Best Promontory Poems

The dream: I stroll my house to a promontory
I stare out of the limitless, restless ocean
stepping ahead, dived into the ravenous water
something white was on the beach today
I dug up many bones entrenched in the sand.

Whispers became harsher
to sever and wreck their nasty spirits
as he...

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Above the heat
the sky is cooling, it’s blue is flecked with ice,
its ghost-written lamp
swept by the upended rags of 
a coat-tailing winds

It is a fact 
that standing on a high ledge sky-watching the distance
is quintessentially majestic
whether you are a Hitler or a Gandhi
it is its...

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Above the heat
the sky is flecked with ice.

The sun is no longer burning,
it’s a ghost lamp swept by the rags
of a coat-tailing wind.

There it is - arriving out of a hazy distance
a living cliché, a Bald Eagle
It must have caught a thermal.

I think of all...

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