sunrise over swamps

sunset over melancholy seas

Poem 12 of 30

on April 13, 2013

I’ve left scattered thoughts across the countryside. Tired and weary from a long journey,
Not sure if I could gather it into a set of simple words
or cohesive thoughts.

The sweep of ocean,
brittle stone cliffs carved in yellow and red,
ancient land that breathes and lives a silent and steady erosion
and hides slime-coated boards from shipwrecks.
A log washed upon an unapproachable shore.
Vast expanses washed in darkened skies and thick rainstorms.
A vast and lonely swamp where the single farmhouse rots in its coating of bright green mould.
The river courses over isolated farms.

We rush by,
The view a blur of wild and silent landscapes,
From the comfort of our car.
We do not know the torment that fixes within the mind of the farmer
wandering those paddocks
with no one to hear his thoughts.



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