Relucent dunes, gulls and the deep blue brine
Sea breezes rustling beachgrass glance my face
Return to tidal land my nature pines
Jejune recalls without a single trace
Rank trawlers, smelly bait, and tidal mud
The foul cues which unseal the vault of truth
A paper mill repugnance marks my blood
The Southern sun exposes absent youth
The images of my inner eye are cloaked
and they are haunting me like ghosts in lies
A wish for history but none evoked
In trauma versus will, will always dies
No childhood to recall, I find in my gloom
Bedimmed as pictures in a sunny room
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Author:
George (My real name) (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: March 17th, 2017 09:16
- Comment from author about the poem: The fact of my having no childhood memories occurs to me not infrequently. The reasons for this lack are too personal to relate other than through metaphors.
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This evokes so many pictures in my mind and so well drafted - a great piece of work.
Thank you Michael. You are very kind.
Great write
Tony, I don't know how I could have missed your comment but I did. Thank you for your kind words.
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