3rd April 2008
this is not an explanation or critique of the poem last posted, but another poem, titled
COMMENTARY
we construct landscape
as identity
there is no water imagine
imagine there is no sea loch
Resipole has its foundation
in syncline
cormorant curves in
that nothing which is something
already easing away
the mountain’s walking off
into that hour before
dawn that is the same every
where everywhere
2 comments:
Not a poem or a comment, just a response...
in the hour before dawn
in seas of Southern stars
my heart longs to drown
unquenchable pain
for lost horizons
of home
thank you for your response, Michelle
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