MarinaA Poem by Chris Shaw
this marina lake on a marvellous
morning is a mirror canvas almost a Monet painting in its impressionist magnificence a still life with no movement reflects a burnished sun glaring staring into glassy waters while the heat touches receptive skin burn baby burn exposed shoulders should be smothered in sunscreen look at those flimsy wings of blue dragonflies hovering in delicate flight barely skimming the surface with their oh so fragile beauty © 2023 Chris ShawFeatured Review
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13 Reviews Added on June 15, 2023 Last Updated on June 15, 2023 AuthorChris ShawBerkshire, United KingdomAboutAlbert, my paternal grandfather introduced me to Tennyson when I was nine. I have loved poetry ever since but did not attempt writing a single piece until I was 40. It's never too late to try somethin.. more..Writing
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