it is not in the I


it is not in the I
you chose to say good bye
it is not in a time
allotted by the heaving sea

seamen search and travel
and in the end
there can only be one
verified Indian at the table

I see dogs being closer
to the love I know
than me and you traveling
for the sake of it

night is a sweet mistress
and I am unfaithful
burrowing and clinging
to a pale rabbit moon

see me not then
in the little house
clinging to the old cliff
shifting paper shifting

sea salt singing is
in the western wind
wayward is the name of he
I walk to the end

ceremonial walks the day
where continuity breaks
all conventions
to the sound of more waves




Poetry by Bob
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Written on 2015-05-25 at 23:07

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Wumbulu
Haunted by Dylan Thomas (in a good way)
2015-06-09


Jamsbo Rockda The PoetBay support member heart!
The opening verse was brilliant. And the rest lived up to that expectation. Your ability to marry nature with human feeling in phrases that come to life is outstanding.
2015-05-28