I fell into a trap at dawn.
East, the sun
lit the sea awash
and I looked for, longed for, ached for, rest.
Stepping into this trap
I laid up
but knew, deep down, that ink can run
letters form, words rhyme, there’s no time
and I saw a white sheet
hanging on a line
pulling moisture from the sun
and sizzling waves;
loosening fibres, softening edges:
ready for work.
I saw you started following me on twitter so I checked out your blog. I like your poems. I definitely have the same feelings you described in 'Not Sloth' at times. I hope you check out my poems at jumpscurbsonvenus.blogspot.com too. I'd love to hear your feedback (good or bad) on any of them.
ReplyDeleteI've only just dipped into your poesy... Find this one incredibly evocative. Shall be coming back again and again, I know.
ReplyDeleteWOW! John, this is a great poem. I love the descriptiveness that you use. Beautifully written. I enjoy reading it. Keep on writing.
ReplyDeleteHave a great night!
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i like it.
ReplyDeleteGreat is the call of the oceans and great are the words that speak of it.
ReplyDeleteThis is a favourite. its 'the white sheet... pulling moisture from the sun' that charms my mind.
ReplyDeleteJohn this resonates .. I love your work. Well Done
ReplyDeletebacon when you pick it up by the crisp
ReplyDeleteNature sometimes, the sea, the warm sun, is the only thing that can bring us back to writing. Lovely piece John.
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