David Lewis Paget

Gold Star - 9,373 Points (22.11.1944 / Nottingham, England/live in Australia)

Surge - Poem by David Lewis Paget

At Granite Island’s seaward side
We sat, and watched the surging tide,
The rapid rip, the capping crest,
The stinging spray, the ragged nest;
The long slow wheel of the sea bird, moaning,
The deep-felt urge of the white sea, foaming.

You laid your head on me, and cried:
'How long, how long? ' And I replied:
'This day is ours, and for the rest….
Ah well, ' I sighed, and sought your breast;
You turned, long-lost at the deep shades forming
While I caught tears at the tip of day, dawning.

12 October 1980


Comments about Surge by David Lewis Paget

  • (9/30/2005 6:17:00 AM)


    I meant to add being conceived during the Second World War adds some sort of layer to ones psyche I was 22 12 48

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  • (9/30/2005 6:15:00 AM)


    This quite a poem Well done. Primitive but also from the heart with the references to nature making it universally understandable I would have given it 20 if that was possibleYou have been quite active lately a sign of something significnat going on inside you Writing poetry for me anyway, is very therapeutic

    Susan
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Poem Submitted: Friday, September 30, 2005

Poem Edited: Monday, November 3, 2008


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