We walk in our own world.
Fog opens before us,
fog closes behind us
and sometimes we see
shadowy figures,
sometimes the animist glow
of a truck’s headlights
as it spins an empty
circle on hard-packed sand.
We all leave our mark
here, relative to weight,
this ground is laced
with pulverized shells
and rock crab slaughter,
but the tide is going out now,
now innocuous.
A solo seagull tucks into
itself to sleep, mistaking
poor visibility for safety;
what’s most dangerous
is what might be.
A dog appears,
fighting to free a Frisbee
from the suction of the sand,
somewhere, something
is shrieking, bird or child,
and somewhere off
to the right is water,
it must be.
This, our margin
of safety, despite
the curl of its teeth,
the line by which
we guide ourselves
back through an
opaque morass,
even after it erases
our tracks, again,
again a reminder
that there’s often
very little choice
in what we have
to trust.
OPTIONAL POETRY 
I love it! ♥
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Why thank you!
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Lovely!!
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Hello! I have nominated you for One Lovely Blog Award. You can visit my blog if you wish to know the details and participate. Thank you.
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Thanks for the kind thought! Trying to squeeze out a poem a day is just about all I have time for, but I really appreciate the nomination. 🙂
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Some of your lines here gave me food for thought on my last post, and I hadn’t even realised it until I just read them again.
I haven’t a clue about writing or poetry, to me I just write it as it comes, but what I like about your words is that they are just there for the reading, by which I mean that they seem not to try to make a point, they are easy to read even if not fully understood.
There is a flow and a softness about them. Often the meanings are heavily cloaked, or at least I think they are, but that only provokes the imagination further.
The subtlety is something that has made me think about the way I would like to write.
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Thank you! ‘Ars Poetica’ is always cited as the what is poetry poem, but it deserves it — http://www.poets.org/poetsorg/poem/ars-poetica
if you haven’t read it. It seems that poems that are trying to mean something are trying too hard; the ones that come about by listening and writing and seeing what comes out still have meaning, but usually a truer one.
I am so glad to hear you appreciate this in my poems! And thank you for reading them.
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You summarised my thoughts exactly.
I’ve never read much because I felt it would steer my own thoughts artificially, it wouldn’t be me any more, but I’m just starting to think about how I write what I write, so I think it’s time I started. I realise now that everything I read colours what I write whether I intend it to or not.
Thanks for the tips and the inspiration.
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