Alan Dolan


Journey - Poem by Alan Dolan

You carried your smile that day
Over wild-shifting shingle
Which felt your unfinished hand
Dig to feel new-cold damp-smooth textures.

Looking not at the lovely terns;
For they hold no mystery,
Cannot be touched, fly away
Into their own shifting space.

Yet the gulls found a place
In your consciousness,
Demanding attention in their
Threat-screaming swerve-hurtling
Complaining at our trespass.

And returning you slept,
Waking with others at the coach jerk
For a soaring buzzard;
And soon asleep again,
Tired, unselfconscious, unaware
Of your open-mouthed drooling,
Busily dreaming the day
Into your mind forever.


Comments about Journey by Alan Dolan

  • Angelic Warrior (6/19/2009 4:56:00 PM)

    what a day dream :) ...nice.....10... (Report)Reply

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  • Greenwolfe 1962 (9/28/2008 4:21:00 PM)

    This is one of those where I must ask the question, why? People write for all kinds of reasons. Some are obvious. Some are obscure. Some, like this one,
    may never be known.

    GW62
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  • Eastlandah David (10/30/2007 5:36:00 PM)

    so reflective of what we are.have to go through. In life and in love. amazing piece (Report)Reply

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  • Eastlandah David (10/30/2007 5:33:00 PM)

    so reflective of what we are.have to go through. In life and in love. amazing piece (Report)Reply

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  • Declan McHenry (3/19/2007 3:12:00 PM)

    Alan, a finely crafted piece indeed. Neatly done. (Report)Reply

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Poem Submitted: Monday, March 19, 2007

Poem Edited: Friday, February 4, 2011


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