"shift and squeak of sand", my fav. line
imagistic Martin, I like it
KS
On 09/01/2008, Martin Dolan <[log in to unmask]> wrote:
> Wind whips a loud rush past ears
> dulled by roar and dump of waves.
> Foam hisses and swishes out
> rumpled bolts of dirty lace.
> Against children's seagull voices
> cicadas bounce their endless
> scraping of faulty machines
> off shimmering cliffs lurking
> at the edges of mirage.
> Sun spreads a burden of light
> a weight of heat on shoulders.
> The dazzle squeezes pupils
> into suspicious pinpoints
> and leaves no room for thinking
> no chance to parcel the day
> into sequence or story.
> Events are their own, random
> as wavelets lapping ankles
> or the shift and squeak of sand.
> Wind is, and weight of sunlight.
>
> Martin Dolan
> Narrawallee 9 January 2008
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