Thursday, May 25, 2017

Rob Schackne #344 - "No clear trail through memory"

"No clear trail through memory"


No clear trail through memory
the few stars we remember
I also have ears for it
a bird comes slowly closer
another bottle of wine
the smells of winter
a broken shipyard
a schooner drifting west
an expiring reef system
the awful injury then
a bloody long deep breath
send some laughter this way
you ever breathe out again

stop your whingeing

6 comments:

  1. broken shipyard
    where the little tramp
    taps out the wedge
    that chocked the hull

    and sends boat's skeleton to sink
    so all men stand aghast

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    1. while the gulls shriek
      at the water's edge

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  2. The rusty engine starts with a cackle! Great images - again, those birds are such gossips.

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    1. like clapped out motors
      those birds bring
      tidings of misery

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    1. Funny. I can still remember hundreds of my different climbs. Including the one when I once climbed out of bed in the dark and stepped on my cat's tail. Quite thrilling, that one was. :)

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