IDYLLIC SHORES

 

                 

                        IDYLLIC SHORES

 

TICK TOCK

 

Post dawn sun filters thru scattered cloud,

camels mute, asymmetrical humps proud,

vista nor-east blurred, morning mist,

pristine waters lure, too enticing to resist.

 

Time courts no favours, rich, poor, health, life,

perhaps another sombre dream typically rife,

vapour camouflage dissipates, one ponders where?

Camels just lush mountains, burst into the air.

 

Dusk turns black, eerie, only lapping of sea,

surely this wall of fire on water, cannot be,

beasts, flaming red eyes, girdle horizon at night,

dawn breaks, a fishing fleet, barely in sight.

 

Old man queries, why desecrate nature east at three,

who controls our universe, governments or thee,

garish white structures, signage, epitomizes greed,

let us protect mother earth for our future seed.

 

Imagine, lacking courage like a sloth encased in bed,

never to discover what majestic beauty lay ahead.

 

 

 

   Alan Pinkus                                                                             alpinkuspoetry.blogspot.com