Poetry Blogs (Forvie)
Forvie (Remove filter)
Popular last 30 days
Forvie, March 2017
Dunes...
And then the sand flowed like the tide
Shifting the land at the wave edge of the sea
A vast striated plane of drifting whirling grains:
Aged dunes lost to the wail will of the wind.
As we walked close by the sea suck and ripple
The bound beach rose and swallowed our grounded feet
We seemed to be free floating sand cloud high
In the sandsmoke drifts rushing to their...
Tuesday 12th December 2017 3:17 pm
Recent Comments
raypool on SAME OLD SONG (1 hour ago)
John Coopey on OUR GERT KNOWS BEST (2 hours ago)
John Marks on Tuesday 4th August 1914 (2 hours ago)
raypool on OUR GERT KNOWS BEST (4 hours ago)
raypool on The Town That Was Murdered (4 hours ago)
raypool on tanka for the nemophilia (4 hours ago)
raypool on Provenance (4 hours ago)
Damon Blackery on Lovely Room of Death (4 hours ago)
raypool on Giving Up The Fight (4 hours ago)
Brian Maryon on Tuesday 4th August 1914 (4 hours ago)