with no knowledge to pick
no handle
on which to strain
but a
satisfaction complete
and a
comfort constant shifting
with
balanced give and need
like hard
welcome rain
sinking in a
sleeping sea
My lovely friend Eleanor recently reminded me of a poem I wrote many years ago, one she remembers but which I'd almost completely forgotten about. Since I'm back in Guernsey at the moment, where I have a number of notebooks from as long as fifteen years ago I decided to see if I had any decent stuff in there. This random scrap is part of a poem I wrote in Taipei in 2006.
My lovely friend Eleanor recently reminded me of a poem I wrote many years ago, one she remembers but which I'd almost completely forgotten about. Since I'm back in Guernsey at the moment, where I have a number of notebooks from as long as fifteen years ago I decided to see if I had any decent stuff in there. This random scrap is part of a poem I wrote in Taipei in 2006.
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