The Welsh poems are coming back at you

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it is in the green

it is in the green
of the ancient night
summer flustered
with spinning destiny
I hear trees talk

old trees young trees shrubs
humming like dynamos
with the I lost in breath
and watery voice
beneath the calling
of so much more

a viscous night
runny with cockled sea
beneath a bright spring moon
pulls smooth water at will
in the eyes believing

man made waves roll
fish bite in the dark
mariner seaweed
teem with brutal extinction
the phantom is a feeding chain

the night is very old clock
a cockled watery pendulum
swinging spidery legs
over wet sand weight
where I one day will sleep




Poetry by Bob
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Written on 2015-07-11 at 17:07

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and the I lost in Breath
2015-07-12



it is in the green
of the ancient night
summer flustered
with spinning destiny
I hear trees talk

what an intro

i particularly love i hear trees talk
2015-07-12