Observations From a Train
...OBERSVATIONS FROM A TRAIN
From my window, the train moves ahead and back.
Like a silver snake,
Sliding on a slippery track.
The outside world stands mute,
Changing, untouchable,
The white half moon...
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Categories:
magrath, natural disasters, world,
Form: Prose Poetry
Dancing In the Rain
...DANCING IN THE RAIN
Watching by the window
Of moth spattered cobwebbed glass.
In grass long fine and seeding
Two children, dancing in the rain.
Across the weathered grey verandah
In the pale light...
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Categories:
magrath, childhood,
Form: Prose Poetry
Walking On the Stars
...WALKING ON THE STARS
Waves break white
Far out behind the tide line.
The summer wind, moves the light night clouds
As the stars slide down to touch the trawler lights.
And the sky
A dark blue tent ...
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Categories:
magrath, life,
Form: Prose Poetry