Pebble of Thought

Form: Pentastich

Salty seas mingle with fish and chips
As pebbles crunch; sliding between toes
Thunder grey seas reflect
The fate of slate grey skies
Upon ocean-worn stone,
Each shingle stone a single memory
Slowly released to the sea
An ebbing echo of a long lost thought
Tides of time flowing like ink
From poet’s pen to an empty page.


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