Monday 15 August 2011

Poem: Dhow

The short pitch
Aggregates
To a crescendo of rocking

The horizon
And the land-blown, dust-distilled
Hills, vague then vaguer, become

A fortissimo of instability
Wild, crazy, mad. Then
Gradually

The motion seeps away
It is calm today
Subsiding

To the moment when we are all completely still
And they are still
And then begins again

Long wave messages
Transmitted short-wave
On ocean swell

pc [Oman, 14.ii.09] 
[Reworked: 15.ii.09; 28.i.10; 25.iii10; 15.viii.11; 18.viii.11]

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