At the Headland, the rocks intone their ancient chant.
The beach is awash with pebbles, seaweed and shale.
O I know that I stand on significant ground
As awe and wonder permeate each firm texture!
The gulls' cries uncover myriad queer secrets.
I glimpse the tern's swift flight via reflective pools.
It arcs and jinxes through the salted air of spring,
In and out of sight. Microcosms of delight
Greet me in the gleaming high tides, wave after wave.
Under cerulean skies, I imbibe soft rays
Of soothing light, as the past spreads warm memories.
And I know that this coast- line is embedded in
My very bones. O it rejects Modernity's
Weak, sullied flesh and centres its curious guests!
It seems to know, how the heart easily fractures,
And provides a robust refuge for those who're lost.
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Author:
Dominic Windram (
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- Category: Nature
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Good write D. Yes, modernity, e.g. some remakes of films are never as good as the originals; they just ruin the originals.
Cooeee - you got 'verified'? Some of us are not human on here, ya know. Dunno how we get in. lol.
Thanks...I've just added some extra lines. I think the blank verse form works well for this poem.
There is a salt air in this poem that is a mental word picture of a place I can see well. Nicely done Dominic it leaves me with a haunting feeling of being there and the sea that is the home of us all.
Thanks Soren for your perceptive analysis of my poem...much appreciated as always my friend!
You are most welcome
Dominic, this feels expansive and grounding all at once. There’s a calm authority in the way the land speaks back…steady, ancient, unbothered by time. I feel restored just reading it. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
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