Sometimes I think I’m that pier stuck out all alone in the sea.
Not on dry land, yet attached to it.
I spy the waves thru the crack on the deck that I can never touch.
I feel the shoes that walk over me and at night
the light house talks in coded lights.
My mind flashes on and off to mimic the thoughts I send
out to an empty starry night.
Snap & Poem by Mitch Hicks – U.K.
©2011
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So sad & lovely & deep, Mitch I love your poetry & your snaps…don’t ever give up or give your art up, you shine even when you don’t feel like you do. Much love Lisa 🙂
You bring fresh water to a salty creek……….Much love……..X
Thank you so much Lisa.
There is always fresh juice here, have a sip!