POEM TITLE The Pebble and the Lobster Pot
POEM
THE PEBBLE AND THE LOBSTER POT
A pebble on the beach roams free
Not knowing what its destiny
Or its ever-changing form
Governed by both calm and storm
Where it came from
Where it’s been
The sounds it’s heard
The sights it’s seen
But a pebble has no choice
It cannot speak, it has no voice
To utter words we understand
Describing beauty of the land…
…or salty sea with creatures new
Hidden deep, far out of view
Ignorant of life above
Where people hate and people love
Unknown wonders yet to find
Gone unnoticed by mankind
The sun, the moon the stars on high
All have tales of days gone by
Of harbour walls, of coves and inns
…of piracy, forgotten sins
The Blackness of the lonely sea
Crashing waves setting free
…the power of imagination
Witnessing such great creation
So could a single Lobster Pot
Tell a tale of times forgot
Reveal its secrets – innermost
Of the magic land or coast
And open up our eyes to see
The beauty in simplicity!
Or like my pebble be consigned
Remain forever – undefined?
A beautiful poem, definitely has the reader thinking. I can feel the pebbles underfoot and smell the sea. ❤❤️️