THE VOYEUR
Ripple by ripple by ripple, the tide,
as if swollen with water from a
giant sponge squeezed by an unseen hand,
floods the bare rocks and rides up on the shore.
After a short while, it is absorbed once more,
draining out the harbor and rinsing its
piers of grunge, drying a miniature
archipelago beneath a mimic sky.
I can sit and observe the tide for hours;
in fact I have often done that under
the guise of going to take some photos.
Through the lens, a voyeur in the dark,
I clandestinely watch the Earth cleanse herself.
Marty Luster
Encore post.
Nice work Marty, Your talents are an inspiration
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Thanks, James.
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Marty this is very nice photo and poem- time to write that book of poems with your photo’s it would be a hit Thanks :-)Dave:-) Kim
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Thanks , Dave.
Perhaps one of these days.
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🙂 thanks for reply! Dave
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As we enjoy the first wave ~ the first tide ~ we enjoy natures encore for the rest of our lives. Thank you Marty for your encore ~ always enjoyed.
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Nice Marty, I like that!
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