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Poem No. 53

POEM TITLE The Pebble and the Lobster Pot


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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?

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williamshazel88
2022年5月09日

A beautiful poem, definitely has the reader thinking. I can feel the pebbles underfoot and smell the sea. ❤❤️️

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