A curl of orange peel
falls like a helpless marionette
with each pip deposit the plate rings 
your window frames the young sun 
sweeping a heaving ocean of prose
also through glass arcs of breaking waves 
appear as poetry beyond collection
their shoosh heard all throught the night
never one concerned to get somewhere
you balance some time later
upon volcanic dust by those hooked waves
effervescent and fractal
troubles fade like the breakfast down your shirt
you realise your plan
as a tentative shifting mosaic
smoothed glass pixels placed at your feet
by those protean waves whose vortices imperil 
every rock piercing the surface
from the snorkeller to the leviathan
you may fall like a thousand others
to the sand with Etna's grit
and go with the flow

◄ Violet Tulloch, Queen Of Lerwick

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ayesha bashir

Thu 27th Jul 2023 08:48

nice blog great information

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Kevin Tan

Mon 29th May 2023 15:25

poetic majesty at work here (humbled)

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Uilleam Ó Ceallaigh

Mon 29th May 2023 11:04

Enjoying a drink whilst reading besides a window as the sun streams in...?

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keith jeffries

Mon 29th May 2023 10:34

this is some poem which requires a closer inspection and several reads. To me it speaks of the tenuous nature of life, wrapped in a mystery beyond our comprehension. The last few lines appear as a culmination of life's seemingly abstract purpose. Whether my understanding of the poem is in tune with your thinking I await your response. You make skilful use of the language which gives the poem an esoteric quality.
Intriguing is my summary.
Thank you for this,

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Graham Sherwood

Mon 29th May 2023 10:33

'with each pip deposit the plate rings ' One of those lines you wish you'd written yourself. Nicely done Adam!

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