Anthony Weir

Rookie (13th September 1941)

Beached - Poem by Anthony Weir

The sea constantly
ceaselessly conjugates
the verb 'to murmur'
sometimes very loudly
sometimes so quietly
that it's barely a rumour

And the white juices
flow
from black forces
below
and it conjugates 'to murmur'
lovingly and cold
cold and passionate
violent and cold

So we are told
who only dream the sea
desiring it dreamingly
seeming to be awake
and just out of reach
on the small fragile beach

where the shadows flap and shake.

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, May 6, 2006

Poem Edited: Tuesday, May 16, 2006


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