Tangled fingersA Poem by Rudi J.P. LejaeghereTime wasted at the beach is time well spentBeach toes,
water hands and foam cups, how fishes
slip between solar oil I know the
dipping of the dunes and the
grass growing on their peaks
tangled
fingers, long knives and sea crests waves
snapping in the winds the sides
of the water absorb who will
walk the jetty’s
the sea,
the sea
the gulls
calling the fish together horizon cut
by sailing vessels throw a bone at the beachcomber reveal the
white whale bodies
where the
sun will flood in the ground and heaven melts
with the blue sky in the glow
of wooden staves there where
the catch counts the
fishermen.
© Rudi J.P.
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StatsAuthorRudi J.P. LejaeghereWingene, West-Vlaanderen, BelgiumAboutI'm from Belgium. English is not my native language, but I like to read English poems and books. I have written a lot of Dutch poems during the last forty years. With some of them I've got prizes in B.. more..Writing
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