Nantucket Nursery Rhymes Poem by nathan martin

gardening back the perennial shade,
no time or reason to follow the wholly
mammoth into his grave.

wandering whale songs through a nantucket
wheather vain storm in the plow and bury
the fishnet parable.

a sower of seeds carries the mythic legend,
the horse drawn mantle and the weary knuckle.

but let the sea drown in its own sorrows.
for there is a harbor of stories in the dry
leaf bed of an old teacup on the porch.

the ambient light of the colodial silver
half moons, half shiverers and half
tumbles down.

an orchard of angelic promises in the
sky nurtures and gathers every wool
capped stone.

near polar latitudes along the borders
of a window pane freeze and keep out
every unknown stranger.

biblical knocking... pulling.. tears open
and lets enter the seagulls half hearted charms.