Anthony Dalby

Rookie (26/5/1966)

Gouged Out - Poem by Anthony Dalby

Now I am gouged out.
Silt slopped to the side
A ruin, safe only for owls.
Saplings reaching out from the harsh cracks
wreaked in my side.
The nightingale presses its chest against the
thorn until it splits and falls useless;
a feast for ants, for secret larvae.
As the rotten fruit falls to the ground
the seed is safe within.
An orchard of potential


Comments about Gouged Out by Anthony Dalby

  • (1/3/2006 10:27:00 AM)


    Hmmm nice imagery here, it tells me your feeling of a dying tree, hope i've seen it right.nicly written. (Report) Reply

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  • (9/29/2005 8:40:00 AM)


    I appreciate the way your consciousness works-seeing, resulting in a telling, with significance embedded. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, September 29, 2005



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