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Bodger Senior Member
since 2005-06-12
Posts 1260Tolerance for a short time |
I wasn't looking for this, but the typhoon in the back of mind as I looked for an idea to develop I put Maelstrom in this as well. I am just pulling ideas together of stuff I write or have have written Dave Blurring A maelstrom Whipping me to blindness unremitting Eyes glazed with grit Torrents We scattered over sand to avoid the gentle drizzle of rain scattering us in our legs as we ran laughing for the pleasure A three foot wall seemed nothing as you waited hair drenched on your back to be seen and approached as winds swept in, in blinding hail On a grey rain drenched wall Of rain washed Torrents Cotton held gentle drops of feet in a blinding storm as the sea took us swaying towards us floating as the wall held moving us from the wild to another wild that was never as honest as the wild we enjoyed We made the old factory Where women stacked kippers for smoking In a life that spoke hard social Now they stack shelves That speak solitary hard social And no sea, no trysts, no thoughts, no escape just a longer life And what is life Without life And maybe a cold wet wall In a cotton wet dress In a feeling Of life Skies swirle Grey beckons no Swirl of your skirts no-one deserves No I wont try for you Hooked like a fish for gutting Yes you pick your big man I'll go to sea to pick the fish You will gut Watching the water swill over boots Tells you the sea takes it's gifts Returning empty hopes To those who need them No one fighting for his life Remembers more than a fifty foot high sea Prayers What are you praying for The Rest in port of Mariners A woman lost her man That might take you if you can catch Who cares for you On those dark nights When you know your end And going home Who cares for you But the next ship The next wave Blurring A maelstrom Whipping me to blindness unremitting Eyes glazed with grit |
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ethome Member Patricius
since 2000-05-14
Posts 11858New Brunswick Canada |
Well, dark and real with a garnish of reflection. I enjoyed the read. Eric |
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Midnitesun
since 2001-05-18
Posts 28647Gaia |
One reader...capsized, with this intense write. Words and imagery to match a blustery storm at sea. Keep dumping the holding files, Dave. |
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Bodger Senior Member
since 2005-06-12
Posts 1260Tolerance for a short time |
ethome -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Well, dark and real with a garnish of reflection. I enjoyed the read. Eric Thanks Eric. I think I've said before I write in themes and bit and pieces. The problem with this one is that like Barnes, I wrote as inspriration (for want of some other word) and storms, fear, excitement and the danger were a recurring theme for me. My mother was Geordie from North Shields; members of my family were Trawlermen when they were allowed to fish, and the sea is such a monster that thousands die because of it, yet thousands live, because of it. I hope I did justice to the ideas I was writing. Midnitesun One reader...capsized, with this intense write. Words and imagery to match a blustery storm at sea. Keep dumping the holding files, Dave. They are, and they arn't holding files. Poetry for me is a fairly constant litany, 'it doesn't pay the mortage', and just writing this means I should be working on technology. I write, I hope, laid back and candid, but maybe not as arrogant, as I sometimes appear to be. Your words are always appreciate, 'Midnight' as are Eric's. Thanks for the words Dave |
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