The green glass container
landed with a bump on the sands
The sea, tired of its presence
No fine wine or olive oil here
but something more precious
a message for someone special
Sent in hope than anticipation
dropped into blue waters
floating off towards land
Time remains – and Questions Unanswered
Did message reach intended target ?
Or is he (or she) ? combing the shore ?
Born and Bred in Salford, England - I live a short distance from Old Trafford - Home to Manchester United Football Club. I volunteer at Sale Harriers athletic club and at Imperial War Museum North - where i help as a guide to visitors in the galleries. A blogger, photographer, volunteer and occasional writer. View more posts
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The Inkwell
This is lovely, Brian ! I especially liked the line : The sea, tired of its presence
I loved it !! 🙂
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I like to give things a bit of Character in my writing, Chhaya. Cheers for taking a look, glad you enjoyed the read.
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Of course I did ! It was a treat to read. 😀
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A lovely read. The sea carried it back and forth and decided it had had enough of the bottled passenger. I enjoyed this 🙂
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Great to hear from you again Jacqueline. Glad that you enjoyed my latest scribble….I’m doing my best to provide some pics for the poetry…got any thoughts ?
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