BBB Poem 54

Beside the seaside
Throwing pebbles off the beach
A perfect sea
Or at least so I am told
By an oldish lady
Throwing pebbles at a tin can

The quiet then snapped
By the seventh wave landing
With a reasonably ubiquitous crash

Beside the seaside
Squashing pebbles into our bottoms
A vast sea
Or at least I do believe so
With a one hundred and sixty
Degree horizon

The delineation marked
By the last green line of darkness
And the first sky blue of sky

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BBB Poem 53

September in the sunshine
Breakfast in the bay
A pavement cafe actually
Beside a crying child's affray

Why not add a rack of sourdough toast
Why not make the most
Of what the day has to offer
Of what the mind might proffer

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BBB Poem 52

The beachcombers are by the sculpture
Metal detectors in their hands
I walk across the pebbles to the sculpture
Not though to the sound of marching bands

It's what I've heard called a shingle beach
Where you have to walk in single file
It's not safe to be caught coyly holding hands
Rather Plus-Fours could be your chosen style

They'd have them in the gentleman's outfitters
And, to be honest, you'd look rather grand
What with the Barbour, and the Burberry
And the shooting stick with which to stand

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BBB Poem 51

It's time for a light meter check
As the videographer films inside the old boat
It's time for a nod, a shake of the head
A young man, tries
To keep his telephone love afloat

It's time for the race day final preparations
The riders are en-route, to be here by three
The commentators rehearsals are in full swing
He has an excitable voice
I look quietly out to sea

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BBB Poem 50

You reach for the unreachable
Yet are unable to haul the boat ashore
You turn to philosophy
To other men's observations
Yet you say that you are indifferent
To the indifference
It is only a superficial statement, nothing at all
To do with the reflections of love, of poetry

You would take off your shoes and socks
Roll up your cotton chino trousers
Stride out into the water, wilful
To haul the boat ashore
Yet the vessel is empty
She is in there no more
Nothing now but the defections
The deflections of love, and poetry

Instead you sip your cold coffee
Rock a little while, in your rocking chair
Nothing now is nothing, nor as it ever was

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