derelict with a wooden bible

derelict with a wooden bible
carved from the back
of ordinary waves rolling in December
stranded knee deep in cold silt
fraught with one way streets
like a head full of wild hair
streamlined wired and water piped
he is just another shadow
dancing with old bones pending
in a night of slow fireworks

surprised by unending water
swirling like a pack of swans
just above your head
it is the night of both hands
the moment of counting
all you can perceive
danced scrutinized and alive
you find your welcome done
at the far end of the table




Poetry by Bob The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2016-12-11 at 23:31

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Thomas DeFreitas The PoetBay support member heart!
There is so much here to like. So many fresh combinations of words. Bravo de nouveau!
2016-12-13


Ashe The PoetBay support member heart!
I like it too, very much. It's the abundance of words and the way they are put together to form images that awaken the brain. It's the way you write. :)
Ashe
2016-12-12


shells
I've no idea why I really l Ike it, but I do, it just rolls!
2016-12-12