Monday, November 5, 2012

Sea Canes (Inspired By Derek Wallcott)

Some of my childhood friends are dead.
Besides memories and stories,
Nothing more can be done to that.
at times, I may snatch their words
from the vague surf's drone
through the canes, yet it's impossible
to undo everything,
Walking on the dark leaves of ocean
down the colorless road alone
The sea canes by the cliff appear green and silver,
They were the seraph lances of my faith.
out of what's missing grows something stronger.
I would have learned to love black days,
The black rain, the white hills, while once
I loved only my own happiness, and you.

Hyde Park Thursday Poets Rally Week 76: October 31-November 7, 2012

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