Trawling Poems - Poems about Trawling

...Fog over the inlet until water and air waltz together. colds ears muffled by the dank air. Grebes and Coots colonize this tributary. The ocean is close you can feel the tidal pull of it the imm......

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...Where the tide licks a sandy beach a running ripple thins to wash a ring of rounded pebbles - there, a muddy ribbon trickles through brine rinsed trinkets surged up as a slosh of time f......

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... Effortlessly out of a seabed of notions words rise. Many are eaten by sharks, or the ever-nibbling krill of second thoughts. You learn to make the holes of the net smaller no more trawling......

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...Precious priceless progeny Hands down the most dramatic change ever needed to make the most profound impact awoke from helping beget the first offspring. An internal paradigm shift reshuffle......

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...At the wharf I donned the Wellington boots Of the fisher deceased, to trace my roots And see and feel what it was like at sea For my uncle a fishing devotee. The clammy boots were three sizes t......

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...The sandy beach thins into a wash of rounded pebbles where the tide licks, before that a muddy ribbon trickles briny trinkets surged up from the oceans bottom. Here be the bones of tiny seaho......

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...I saw the scar down his calf long smooth and white standing out against his tan in the bright summer light; whisky surgery he told me, seeing my curios glance and I got him talking while I had......

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...I know of a few special people whom I rarely see sad. It seems the more they give away the more they have. Even when they are in pain or their back is up against the wall, they are still full o......

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...Weaving rays of sunshine to make a fairy veil, Tiniest of stitches all to no avail, For when the clouds slid across the sun All that tender work was instantly undone. Mabs never got her veil, t......

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...Stale milk sky, traffic is trawling for any surfacing light. Rubber squeaks on the smeared blacktops. No hills to climb in this part of town we are flat earth and mostly just tilted into our day......

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...Trawling graveyards might not sound like fun, she’ll never stop ‘til her mission is done. With her trusty wooden stake, life from the dead she can take - hunting night creatures ‘til she feels th......

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...‘My biological clock is upside down, fifty years and more of night shift, so, the experts tell us will decay one’s memory over time.’ To remember the innocence of youth from out of th......

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...I’ve unfurled the Southern Cross tonight and put it On the wall, and as I gazed the longest while.. I thought I heard the dingo’s call? It couldn’t be as all Round me were the sounds of London go......

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...There are many bones in the lake. King Fishers and Great Blues carry the small ones away to weave them into platforms high in the wind whisked sky. They are always looking for more, so also i......

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...Look at how progress has scarred the planet Earth, its lush mountains stripped of centuries-old trees; oblivious to value, just their cash worth. We're not racked with guilt or feelings ......

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