so I belong to the ancient ones

so I belong to the ancient ones
roaming with shifting days
in a continuous relay singing
from one man to the next

this I chained to the sea
is all we have in any weather
a call across the ticking brevity
of a last breath wheezing

I need you more when the sea
like a dark mother calls my name
and the wind prepares the children
for the memory of another I



Poetry by Bob
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Written on 2015-07-28 at 23:13

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Jamsbo Rockda The PoetBay support member heart!
Extremely good.
2015-08-01


Ivan R
Heartfelt, to the core of feeling. Greatness in this*
2015-07-29



I think we all do,Bob but we can't all day it with such eloquence.
Every stanza brilliantly said and felt. This is a keeper
2015-07-29


Brian Oarr
"a call across the ticking brevity"

A brilliant line of poetry in an equally brilliant poem.

I actually had an inkling of what you were talking about for once, Bob, and I'm still gape-jawed. :-)
2015-07-28