across the rooftops...
Gulls screech
and dive
for the breakfast scraps,
scattered
by an old woman.
A land-locked lawn
is a poor substitute
for the green waves' freedom
and Neptune's larder.
Only the small offering of a passing thought for Toad's Open Link Monday today...
The poem describe the prevalent picture very vividly.
ReplyDeleteYes, but in the bones it lives and soars!
ReplyDeleteAmen to that that! Sometimes when the night sky is really blowing it feels like our house is a little boat on a great big sea. Awful if is weren't to awesome! Loved it.
ReplyDeleteI must go down to the sea again...
ReplyDeleteLove this! Wonderful that the gulls visit, but I'm with Kerry in John Masefield's poem "Sea Fever." You've added a mythic edge.
ReplyDeletewhat a wonderful sketch....
ReplyDeletebeautiful imagery!
ReplyDeleteA great passing thought Jinsky!
ReplyDeleteHank
Thanks for all of your comments on my poems. You made my day!
ReplyDeleteI started adding the smell of salt in my mind, but then it turned to the smell of grass.
ReplyDeleteyou penned the yearning of the sea so well...
ReplyDelete"A landlocked lawn" is indeed a poor substitute, as well I know out here on the prairie, missing the ocean.
ReplyDeleteBeautifully done, Jinksy.
K
You made me want to visit the sea again... beautiful write Jinksy.
ReplyDeleteAnkita
I hope you-all have a very happy, happy, happy New Year!
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