Jetty Poems - Poems about Jetty

...He sat on this patch of turf, and if not this exact place a piece of a place nearby. Naturally, I try to feel his companionship. Did he write a line of poetry on this small island or was he sim......

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... We set off full of hope into the night as it grew blacker towards the end of the jetty where shorelights dimmed to a distant glow. Wind drove a swell to boom and crash against the pylons be......

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...Song of the Highest Tower by Arthur Rimbaud translation by Michael R. Burch Let it come, let it come, The day when all hearts love as one. I’ve endured so long That I’d even forgotten The ......

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...In time shadows in an old windy shed are names of sojourners who've passed this way; now my wandering boot does older tread where I passed on a long forgotten day. I see their faces on wa......

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...The Mystery ship I have read about things like people from March with dinner-plate eyes and long, thin bodies If these people are among us, why aren't normal like Elon Musk, he is smart and will ......

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...The summer fog has not yet lifted from the enclave. The candyfloss glow of the sun suspended above the horizon of the valley in the Jock of the Bushveld Concervancy where I have made my new home refl......

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...GLIMPSE My heart a pouch of rich wine overlays yours A drop of blood spilled over an arum lily It waits with longing intense, retains no tears As it remembers its cringes of final fear when it......

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...My arrival beat the sunrise; it was still dark at the small jetty. I dried the wet skiff, mind alert to the soon to be lifting light. Nearby, an unseen water bird clattered into the darkness.......

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...You could hear the sounds of sideshow alley blaring out from a mile away. The hollow, metallic rasp of music and glow of coloured lights rose in a huge bubble above the beach. Adolescent dr......

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...A short wooden jetty where shallow waters lap. Taking time to live deep in the big sky. Fish slow swim through cloud reflections. Osprey seek the gleam of silver fins. This lake floats my......

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...There was that boundary breached by a thin line, a transparent nerve linking two worlds. My fingers could feel the constant chatter conveyed along that tightened length, the winds annoyance ......

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...My Lil' Mama Like a Guardian angel, you stayed beside my tiny bed, ......

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...The sun goes down, a theatrical exit; it leaves orange rivers on shimmering roads. Turns black birds blacker. Cypress turn to grey ghosts alone now in their shredded wedding dresses. An egret ......

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...I remember the land of drums I was born bedded beneath great hanging nets; the sound of the conch and the horn. My blue suitcase filled with stuff, the red tricycle a......

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...With my fishing vest and waders, and a found long wooden staff I walked along the jetty, on a rock-piled curvy path The day had grown to darkness, with no light there to be found When something......

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