Perhaps My Sea

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There is a lust in the air
the sea a great beast
singing alone
in a reedy whine
that is wicked to the ear
Tomorrow at sea
I am
Mad at my
sea I am
for it’s hateful rages I am mad for
My sea
My sea is alive with hostility
but perhaps tomorrow’s sea
will be a
coat of
soft down
feathers
calm as a dappled autumn afternoon
perhaps...
Perhaps
it won’t sing alone
in it’s wicked voice
that shrieks
as though the
wind itself is
weeping
Perhaps...
perhaps...





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jeff02478 said...
Jun. 24, 2009 at 8:05 pm
Great imagery!
 
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