The day after yesterday
By hoalarg1
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The ship had drifted for some time
through emptying mists
dawn’s horizon ahead
mouthing a vanilla hue
I casted shadow long behind
on millpond water
and I gripped this groaning mast
felt the beat of a dying wind in its veins
starboard waters lapping me to standing sleep
until gulls
dipped and cornered and
begged this man to rise from his yesterdays,
when this mast stood
jellied limbs entwined in ivy embrace
while sky's rancid rain emptied
and every sinuous fibre of being
splintered into the darkest of nights
faded from the faintest light
and I
now rounding these islands
breath snatched back
hear my name humming between breezes
and harden it to memory, like salt to rock
between two waves of this sea.
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This beautiful and reflective
This beautiful and reflective poem is our Facebook and Twitter Pick of the Day! Please do share/retweet if you enjoy it too.
Picture: Wikimedia Commons
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This is wonderful - I felt as
This is wonderful - I felt as if I was right there too. A well deserved pick!
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I love this. Will read it a
I love this. Will read it a couple of times more. It hit home with me in ways I can't put into words at the moment. Beautiful
Rich
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This is our Poem of the Month
This is our Poem of the Month - Congratulations!
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Brilliant!!! Well done
Brilliant!!! Well done hoalarg1.
Parson Thru
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It's what poetry is.
It's what poetry is.
Parson Thru
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It was well deserved,
It was well deserved, hoalarg1.
Rich
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Just found this. It's
Just found this. It's beautiful and I found the last few lines so moving. Congratulations.
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Read this again today.
Read this again today. Weirdly it is a different poem every time. Like a magic door. Today I realised it was the gulls which are the turning point, which I'd not noticed before. Maybe it's because there are so MANY beautiful images crammed in my small brain gets short circuited :0)
So glad it's poem of the month
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