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At Assateague |
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Glenn Logan Member
since 2001-10-10
Posts 111Virginia |
AT ASSATEAGUE I have known the night disappear into the day, and the day disappear into the night, and each disappear into each other until there was neither day nor night. I have watched the surfacing whale eject the swallowed sea, and saw the sea swallow up the surfacing whale, and then the beach swallow both of them as it raced swiftly downward on the outgoing tide, and then I have watched the sea in turn swallow up the beach, until all that was left was the water, a solitary gull and a single swallow flying low over the waves, eating the flies that hover over the waters where the smell rises from a flotsam of decaying fish and funerals at sea. And I would swallow the wind as a swallow swallows a fly, and would sit by the seashore watching the waves make rough love with the sand, and watch the wind wash the sea of its startled spume, and the air of its stinging salt sown by the clash of wind and wave and sand, and would savor the moment of release as each wave strikes the beach and rolls sandward like some primitive beast intent on laying its eggs, turtle-like, beneath the rolling sands. And I would wish upon the wind, and upon the Moon and stars, and there would be no day for me, but only the starry night and the luminescent, spume-topped waves, thumping at the invisible beach, endlessly swallowing - and being swallowed by - those waves. And I would sit here silently, not daring to challenge even in thought the wisdom of the waves - much less their roar, their brutish snort, and the rolling vowels and grumbling consonants of the sea's mysterious song. And I would lie upon the beach all night, and be glazed by salt spray and blown sand until the volcano of dawn erupts from the black icy sea, and the sand piper and sea gull return to fly busily among the breaking waves, where once again beach is beach, and sea is sea. And I would then watch the sand crabs scurry from their burrows, and would slap at the sand fleas still tormenting my body, and remember that although all disappeared, all has reappeared, and the waves and the winds are endless. Note FYI - I've recently put up a few more of my poems on two personal home pages: www.poetrypages.com/pages/glennlogan and sites.netscape.net/gloganpoet/homepage |
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Decaflame Senior Member
since 2001-05-11
Posts 1635 |
And the Circle continues... well done, Sir! Good to see you at Passions! |
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Seymour Tabin Member Empyrean
since 1999-07-07
Posts 31720Tamarac Fla |
Glenn, An excellent write, I enjoyed the read. |
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SEA 
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Member Seraphic
since 2000-01-18
Posts 22676with you |
it was impossible for me to pick a favorite line, I kept liking each one better and better. I think this is fantastic!! I am keeping this  |
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Midnitesun
since 2001-05-18
Posts 28647Gaia |
A masterpiece of ebb and flow, and the continuity of interconnectedness. Thank you for sharing this. |
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Marge Tindal
since 1999-11-06
Posts 42384Florida's Foreverly Shores |
GlennLogan~ This piece is so full of imagery~ 'And I would sit here silently, not daring to challenge even in thought the wisdom of the waves - much less their roar, their brutish snort, and the rolling vowels and grumbling consonants of the sea's mysterious song.' Beautifully portrayed thoughts~ Thanks for sharing a glimpse of Assateague~ ~*Marge*~ ~*The pen of the poet never runs out of ink, as long as we breathe.*~ |
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Martie
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since 1999-09-21
Posts 28049California |
Glenn--You make me want to say, "I would too". Wonderful poetry! |
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