Outport Relics


Like an outspread net torn from its anchors,
from time to time the memory falters,
releasing shard by shard a sheltered thought,

a shade, a fingered relic, remembrance
slipping between the layers of the strands.
Each faltering rush of wave, each feathered spray

of salt breaking from the icy pewter
of the night, each driven silence. The hand
pauses from its obligations, wavers

between what takes and is taken, between
stillness and storm, between hate and desire,
like a promise, a whisper between waves,

forever lost, forever silenced, borne
away from the last outport of our hearts.
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6 comments:

  1. Short link - http://bit.ly/s4outport

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  2. Always great to see you on the blog stream, April, thank you!

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  3. Incredibly beautiful Sam

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  4. Beautiful, Sam - I feel this one

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