Tony Walton Poems
- Seashells From The Seashore Lost, these words, at what a ...
- Roads To France And finally I realised that all roads led to ...
- Cry Out In Your Weakness Cry out in your weakness and your ...
- Scary Fixation These are my scars Where I did myself ...
- The Last Dance They had the temerity to dance at a ...
- The Jackdaw's Lament The wood in the night was castle-black, ...
- Rilke's Advice To Our Child The sitting gambler sweeps the ...
Tony Walton lives in a rural corner of north-west Herefordshire, England, close to the border with Wales. A graduate of Trinity College, Cambridge, where he read English Literature, he has been writing poetry since 1998.
All his poems posted on this site (with the exception of the latest 'The Last Dance') are from his fourth volume of poetry 'Particular Realities' which is, as yet, ... more »
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Seashells From The Seashore
Lost, these words, at what a cost: cast
like boats afloat on seas that seize
the moment of their brave conception.
No man can tell what wave will carry,
what rock may tarry their eventful reception,
least of all he who released them on
their free and lovely, dangerous voyage.
Some of them might sink without trace,
some might think. Some might turn their face
against them as they beach. Some might race
to take them up before they slide beyond reach.
Some might deride them. Each
stands a chance, as it takes its chance
on the dancing waters ...