Written on the train going from Paddington to Carmarthen last Saturday (april 25 2015).
On the monday I performed at The Queens in Carmarthen. It was so perfect!!!!!
of this ancient night
summer flustered
with spinning destiny
I can hear the trees
old trees young trees shrubs
hum like dynamos
when I lose my breath
and watery voice
beneath the calling
of so much more
leaving its calling card
a coagulated night
running with a cockled sea
beneath a bright spring moon
pulling smooth water at will
leaves my eyes believing
man made waves roll
and fish bite in a dark
where mariner seaweed
teems with brutal extinction
in the feeding chain
the night is an old clock
a cockled watery pendulum
swinging spidery legs
over wet sand
where I one day will sleep
Poetry by Bob
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Written on 2015-05-01 at 14:22
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On the monday I performed at The Queens in Carmarthen. It was so perfect!!!!!
it is in the green
it is in the greenof this ancient night
summer flustered
with spinning destiny
I can hear the trees
old trees young trees shrubs
hum like dynamos
when I lose my breath
and watery voice
beneath the calling
of so much more
leaving its calling card
a coagulated night
running with a cockled sea
beneath a bright spring moon
pulling smooth water at will
leaves my eyes believing
man made waves roll
and fish bite in a dark
where mariner seaweed
teems with brutal extinction
in the feeding chain
the night is an old clock
a cockled watery pendulum
swinging spidery legs
over wet sand
where I one day will sleep
Poetry by Bob
Read 589 times
Written on 2015-05-01 at 14:22
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