Tuesday, August 11, 2009

For Mike

In the evening,
boats rest in soft sunlight.
Osprey and gulls quiet
their daily complaints
as humanity 
brings its day 
to a close.
The pungent smell of 
gas mixed with oil 
rises from the docks.

I wait for my love.


TACParent said...

You really took me "there." Beautiful imagery.

Dymphna said...

Thanks. Oh, young love!

Kay said...

that is so sweet...so touching...so thought provoking...

S.L. Corsua said...

This takes a special place in my favorites among your poems. It's a beautifully portrayed scene -- the sights, the sounds, even the smell.


Dymphna said...

Thanks, Kay and S.L. The photo was part of a poetry forum's writing prompt. It immediately took me back to the days when my dh and I were young!

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