Fragments Poem by Anthony Dalby

Fragments

Rating: 3.5


Tonight I shall turn into a seashell
Curving into its infinities
Silken smooth
Shining

Nestling
The sound
Of the sigh of the tide
Within its recesses

Tonight I shall walk on moonshine
Dappled across the cool orchard grass
And feel the black dew creeping up between my toes
And watch the light play in each drop

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Greenwolfe 1962 19 August 2008

This one, I cannot recommend because to me it is two nice poems. Combined, they are each less than they would be. GW62

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