Ocean laughter

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A torrent of wind

along the riverbank roars,

runs through the poplars,

whirlpools of ocean laughter,

the voice of a thousand leaves.

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Jane Dougherty

I used to do lots of things I didn't much enjoy. Now I am officially a writer. It's what I always wanted to be.

13 thoughts on “Ocean laughter”

    1. We had a friend who was obliged by a court order to chop down all her poplars. There were about 30 of them and the neighbour claimed he couldn’t sleep at night for the din!

      1. They make quite a noise in the wind. In the north of France they are called ‘trembles’ because the leaves shiver so much in the wind. When it blows hard they sound like the sea roaring, and if there are a lot of them…

  1. Lovely poem, Jane. Sometimes when the wind comes through our trees I do think it’s water–and it does sound like the ocean, but the ocean laughing is such a beautiful thought.
    I like the painting, too, but I’m curious about the men. There’s definitely a story there. 🙂

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