Sujet : Re: Salt Ripple. by Will Dockery
De : will.dockery (at) *nospam* gmail.com (W.Dockery)
Groupes : alt.arts.poetry.comments rec.arts.poemsDate : 11. Sep 2024, 13:59:29
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On Tue, 9 Apr 2024 20:02:28 +0000, General-Zod wrote:
Will-Dockery wrote:
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Salt Ripple.
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One man, one ashtray,
the old man with beads paints alone.
The storm passes over,
Moon Child is always with him.
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Mermaid's handbag, I find my cure,
near the salt water medicine.
Sandpipers dance, I watch the moves,
way off Broadway.
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Far away now,
from the madness of erotic politics,
I think I should never return.
remain here, become pure again
among the thunderstorms and greensnakes.
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The old man with beads
sings baritone in the shower.
The storms have passed over,
leaving sadness, uncertainty and hope.
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Ancient energy here...
the moon shows up in late afternoon.
She's imitating a cloud.
Foamy egg moon we hatched from,
our ancient dust and rock birth sack.
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-Will Dockery
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(Reposted from the archives)
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This is a response to the post seen at:
http://www.jlaforums.com/viewtopic.php?p=657844785#657844785
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Outstanding poem and new to me as well....!
Thanks again for the nod, Zod.
Re: Salt Ripple. by Will Dockery