A mar não espera por ninguém

I walk the shores,
I dip my toes,
The sea that is, ebbs and flows,
Not because of me,
It’s the way it goes,
Tossing to and fro,
Never stops, never yields,
some days calm others not.
Whipped by the wind,
frothing at the mouth.
One day green another blue
Dark and light, some pass through.

© munster 2023
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I love the images, it has been so many years since I last saw the sea, reading this and ‘seeing’ it again was a joy.


Time and tide wait for no man, tis true. Lovely words munster.


A good flowing poem. Not knowing the language (Portuguese?) I can only guess that the title means that the sea does not wait for anyone.

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