nightfall (Remove filter)
Dream River
This poem has its origins long ago in a jaunt on the Mississippi river on board the paddle-steamer SS Natchez.
Dream River
As water-light dances through cabin blinds
in scintillant counterpoint to her chattering bow,
a brooding threnody of whistles fills up the big boat's horizon-lines;
the mate checks the bearing of her painted prow.
Well-worn warrior of river life, paddles slap...
Tuesday 19th December 2017 12:18 pm
Recent Comments
David R Mellor on There There,
45 minutes ago
Matin on Telegram @hakeemhanks53 Buy Cocaine in Split
1 hour ago
Matin on Telegram @hakeemhanks53 Buy Cocaine in Olsztyn
1 hour ago
Matin on T*e*l*e*g*r*a*m ( @hakeemhanks53 ) Where to buy coke, weed, cocaine in Muelheim, Mdma, Dmt, Acid, Sp
1 hour ago
Keletso on NOT A LOVE POEM
1 hour ago
Uilleam Ó Ceallaigh on There There,
2 hours ago
Uilleam Ó Ceallaigh on That Summer
2 hours ago
Uilleam Ó Ceallaigh on Luimneach [2. Faoi PrÃomh-Aire na Breataine-Blunt Tools are Dangerous]
3 hours ago
Tom Doolan on Sunshine Sky
3 hours ago
James R on Receding ties
4 hours ago