Meet Again

The years crawl

from the shore-

line clash like

waves and cliffs.

 

Decades now

tumble down

like a house

of bricks.

 

I’m hard still,

a crab shell

with a score

of cracks

 

on my back

open

to the spray

and saline drips,

 

and the kicks

of jandled feet,

sun-bleached,

and it sticks,

 

the nauseous

dissonance

of lines;

my thoughts,

 

tortuous

courses,

jagged lines;

my thoughts,

 

vacant lots.

The weedy words

from nothing

born

 

but the curls

of fat worms

that spawn

what I call

 

feeling.

Reader,

I’m reeling;

scarred, sore.

 

Some days

I’m crazed

with love

and sure

 

I live

for good

on cyclic

seas, soar

 

my ears

to sleep and fear

not to drown

in vast years.

 

I emerge

on the surge

of white waves

and waves

 

of pale

honey girl

hair,

real clear

 

in blue

tangible

air,

you there –

 

cool

but frangible,

love I too

am there.

 

19-20 October 2015

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5 thoughts on “Meet Again”

  1. Hooray the crab! Love the soft rhymes and ‘cracking’ sounds through his, Marco, reads splendidly to me, especially the break-up down the page. Emerging on ‘waves’ and ‘waves of honey hair’ is exquisite.

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