After grey mists what….
In the startling beauty of seas wonders,
Pebbles and white surf seeping inn and out
No longer the dead sea but sea shaping
Your poetic throb tapping inner rhythm,
Grey drizzling mists, not mood spoiling,
But taking you to sea’s dizzy heights.
Grafting overnight and day’s shifts,
Many a rolling over lobsters and dories
‘Grey mists unmindful, grey lurking,
Rolling over surface over and over again,
Sea joints, sharks and whales in their mirth,
A world of their own!
Wondering at the wonderful will of man
wandering over sea’s turmoil and sounds,
business in “grey drizzling mists”,
fishing and trade going to dizzy heights
what if grey or white surf or mist
it is happening, happening, in its own way.
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