Best Brackish Poems

"I wandered lonely as a cloud."  William Wordsworth


I wandered lonely as a boat   
a shallow dingy left behind,  
alone in marsh...

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I don't need mawkish photographs to see
the drowning rowboat tethered to the dock,
a withered seahorse clinging to debris
as umber water seeps through feeble caulk.

The cord...

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"Wishing Well"




Plain Jane blew her wishes 
down a wishing well

Lit long white bless'ed candles
dipped in holy water 

Brackish 

Crocodile tears from Hell
Witches hold hands together

Stand...

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Thoughts that thrive on scattered dreams
shoot through the mind like laser beams
Hunger echoes a hollow song
Voices merge, intestines long
Lips are dry, and tongues are parched
Memories...

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The river looks calm and inviting,
 a natural gift of beauty.


Waterfowl inhabit to feed and nest.
A gateway shared by creatures,
dangers hidden beneath.


The river is beautifully...

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It was the bronzed bell of a tinseled Ocean ship.
Until destiny was scuttled by a fiery water witch.  
In time, it became the haunting...

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A tomb
So chill    so deathly still
Where algaed bells hang dumb

Diffus'd
Her warted    weaving spire
In eerie    midnight sun

A...

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Tidal Waves


Brackish debris filled surf retreats
depositing into hard sand graves
pictures stolen from post cards

Shards of a city strewn disjointedly
still ticking clocks idled in the moment
streets...

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The orchid moon and I look in kind
at the dimpled ocean's
aubergine plain, meandering thought's
violet caves.  I've lost my way
in the lavender vortex 
of a...

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I'd hoped the sea remembered me,
accepting me so easily,
as evening peaks and 
the moon draws out the tide.

She wrapped me in her icy shift,
eyes closed...

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tadpoles growing in a pond
anxious for the great beyond
decreased numbers, fairly grim
takes too long to grow a limb

hiding from the larger fish
trying not to be...

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Hark, it is the sea that lures me,
It murmurs slowly, it roars out loud.
It brushes lightly on the shingles,
It washes roughly brackish crags,
And as its...

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Oxygen Rushes In To Me
Written By Brett Somers
12-19-16

The audible plunge,
On a Somers night.
Cleansing site.
My hands free of this fight.

I leaned back to throw.
In my hand...

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"One with Spice"

Flow write a scene to be seen essence
grow in a dream in fields of gold and SOL
Flows... Spice write flight though Knight's
bright light...

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A well-water pump cranks out its iron-water
    crooked wire remains -- once, sturdy chicken coops
  The brackish, muddy area over there,...

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