Stood upon sea smoothed stones <br />that have been slowly shaped over <br />time, each one rounded, rolling <br />under the waves. <br />Looking down with haggard <br />concern the cliffs <br />cry white concern. <br />Rough tears that in time <br />will be smoothed and shaped <br />into one of many others. <br />The walls of the houses lean <br />to the left rooted by its foundations <br />the west will not wait. <br />Less and less becomes <br />more and more <br />the scattered <br />and the washed up <br />seek solace upon the <br />shore. <br />The burden of thinking instead <br />of relaxing pushes the waves <br />back into themselves. <br />Little girls laughing- <br />dropping grains. <br />Sprinkling the ashes of the past <br />As seaguls circle above <br />Surfers skim across waves <br />Sandcastles are made. <br />sewage seeps. <br />The battle of beauty and dismay <br />burns these eyes <br />on this stone streched bay.<br /><br />Not Long Left<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/wishing-for-closure-on-a-welsh-shore/
