The Cove

I haven’t put up a poem for a while – here’s one that I jotted down yesterday. I’ll probably come back to it later for an edit, but for now, here it is.


The Cove

The sun had already fled when we finally
reached the cove
where the swell hit the reef with the
crump of falling bombs.

The water was cold, fresh, not uninviting,
carrying the remnants of waves
that slumped exhausted onto the sand
saving just enough energy

to cushion us as we floated, stared up
as the universe turned;
we drifted with the current,
watched the universe

turning, turning, turning…

About George Fripley
I am a writer who enjoys writing humour, satire, poetry and sometimes a bit of philosophy. I live in Perth, Western Australia and occasionally get a poem or article published. It's all good fun! I have two books available for unwary readers, Grudges, Rumours and Drama Queens- The Civil Servant's Manual (This contains all that anybody could ever want to know about why government runs so slowly) and More Gravy Please! - the Politician's Handbook. (available through Amazon). Real name Peter Tapsell...just started off writing under a pseudonym and kept going.

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