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| Meal Beach, Burra Isles, Shetland by Robin Gosnall |
is it a dream written in part?
a can of paint sprayed away the blues
my body is an outsider in that cold beach
I play a part
such an intimate feeling
fearsome instincts are here to stay
what use is sprees of adventure?
"no one reserves the right to mock-
to cross that line,
bury yourself in sand first"
Wonderful...thoughtful...I especially like the title...
ReplyDeletebeautifully captured
ReplyDeleteI love the opening line "A window in that water" There are many creative verses which flow so gracefully.
ReplyDeleteinteresting read
ReplyDeletemuch love...
A beautiful poem, I really enjoy how you always end with that italicized phrase, that is fun or wise :-)
ReplyDeleteGreat concept of a window in the water.
ReplyDeleteThe sea says so much to us. It is constant in its unpredictability, yet we return to commune with it knowing the answer is there. Your poetry always reaches deep down.
ReplyDeleteSo poetic!
ReplyDeletethis is the one I will be re-reading over and over this week ... looking through that window in the water ... this is such a beautiful and haunting write.
ReplyDeletelove the last line...'bury yourself in sand,first'
ReplyDeletethe seizing of power in the last stanza is an ideal completion.
ReplyDeleteTenderly spoken! Your link on the Mag brings us to your post from last week!
ReplyDeleteSimply a wonderful read :)
ReplyDeleteNearly every line is a poem unto itself.
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