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We
are always trying and failing
to
write new poems about the sea
but
they have all been written before
and
been mostly sunk
in
the greening deep
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The
sea is
an
epiglottal flood
a
snorting catarrh
a
misting cataract across your vision
the
sea is an infection in a fracture
an
oozing effluvian wound
that
needs salt washing
before
it eats away
The
sea grows in the belly swelling
spreads
through the vessels to the nodes
it
cannot be contained cut out or chemo-ed
and
will get you in the end
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The
sea is old skin
pinch
pleated
easily
bruised
festering
beneath
slow
to heal over
Punch
drunk and reeling
choking
the
sea swallows its own tongue
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The
sea is never happy
anxiety
quelled
by
obsessive and compulsive
washing
and rewashing
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The
sea is vocal
all
the sirens shanties and odes
are
only air suck blown and redirected
through
the conch of a shell sky
curled
over a sea horizon
The sea is mezzo
the sea is baritone
Quite
possibly this is cheating but I have been writing this one over a whole week
and I am very keen to catch up!
A beautiful series and the sounds of the words are like the sounds of the sea. Not cheating at all.
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