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| Showcase (20 Nov 07) | |
| Death in Blank Verse | |
| When on a misty mornings winter walk exploring drifting seaweed cones and stones and watching regiments of coastal waves interpreting the moon-I trip on it! An empty shell unusual shape and size mesmerizes with symbolic clues its textured grooves and mimicry of light. Where hollow spaces whisper what has gone as folding spirals forecast nothing dies yet life has left and numbness stalks the mind These puzzles plague or taunt while watching those confused or lost inside or half-asleep they smile a last goodbye before they slip away - we wonder are they out of touch? This precious prize held close its salty taste so redolent of tears and blood - I quell the urge to keep it safe as mine instead I place it gently on a crest to float its message ease across the crystal sea for someone else to find - to be surprised! |
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