Saturday, 9 April 2022

the taf estuary

 the taf estuary 


each time a tale 

flowing and ebbing 

ebbing and flowing

the world’s breath 

                     here

i do believe it is

the penultimate line

of a closing thought

how the castles were

but are no more

guard your words carefully

there are many stranded boats

wishing upon broken boards

reeds in the wind pointless

the mud an abstract colour 

          what does it all mean 

if nothing at all 

then that is fine for me

a sigh on an outgoing tide

discloses it all

the incoming a homecoming 

don’t you see

life is but an estuary

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