Dondra Head

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demure101
demure101
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Beyond the palms the beach:
white sand, a broken boat,
rubbish, a lonely hawker,
the breakers rolling in –

no sails to break the horizon,
just grey, rain-swept water
stretching far away.
Past the surf the sea

goes cold. The monsoon
seems spent; a gap of false,
almost synthetic light
breaks through the clouds.

Too bright reflections,
cast my way across
the pounding water, make
me blink and turn about.

demure101
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DawnJDawnJover 11 years ago
You paint images so well!

I can "see" everything you've described in as vivid a fashion as the speaker sees it! Good work!

tazz317tazz317over 11 years ago
EVEN THOUGH THE STORM BE ABATED

the aftermath and withdrawal is dangerous still, TK U MLJ LV NV