 - Last login: 2 months agoStonepoem
- playing bongos is a 80 year old from Congo.
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Still ocasionally thumbing, but not posting. There are 365 poems here posted from the time before. Hope you like them.
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# 361
T h o s e W h o W a i t .
Stilled am I in lull of night
No ocean's move save salted spite
And where go I in loose-rigged winds?
No bounding heave, no push and cleave,
No rising line or white-mane minds.
All quietened like the muted damned,
Horizon-fixed with tar glued stares
Through eyes that blaspheme stars,
And with curses for a speechless sea
And the stolen shore yet far way.
I lie silent, waiting and becalmed.
Just these thoughts for company.
Oh take me home to those,
that wait for me.
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