Mudflats Poems - Poems about Mudflats

...The briny’s ebbed and now far out of sight And all around a vast expanse we see With debris left by the retreating sea. And stretch of golden sand, a real delight. On rocks are barnacles there cl......

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... All that ever was is all that ever will be and its pass of years washed to the sea. O’ but haply here I stand in your stead alone beside the Estuary of the Dead. Hear the pitch an......

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...Low rounded slick mounds glistening silvered brown flesh riverlet veins drain ......

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...Like Hannibal we crossed the pass and crossed the Alps (okay, the Brynderwyn Hills) and a bridge too far on north-west passage. From out of the Valley of Mizpah to the fires of perdi......

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...and I came close to destroying whatever I wanted but I held back because there was still you and within that power from another galaxy I saw that the spheres mechanism sometimes jams I saw stones......

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...Sailing boats, out of the water for the winter, as though lined up against an impending storm. All their halliards shaking vigorously, sounding like birds in flight. Low tide and the wild ge......

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...Robbinsville January 1943, a visionary artist was born to be Country strong style, is his-story; par-excellence to you and me Electric guitars just newly seen; would play one day, on music scene's ......

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..."Gratitude is the memory of the heart." -- Jean Baptise Massieu ~~~~~~~~~ Here we pause Look back before; Appreciate change ~~~~~~~~~ P......

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...Dark Clouds are gathering over the sea, and shadows now race across the mudflats. What use to me now is fitful moonlight I pray to the gods, for I am in fear What the sand seizes, it never lets go Oh......

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...My Esteemed Comrades, Fellow devotees of the Sacred Process - It feels as though I've never left, As though we've always been here Around a table Inside a ......

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...The chorus, a cacophony, as gulls exploded from the mudflats, on the estuary, sleet, brain-numbing, pelted a grey curtain; with hands thrust deep, pocket jammed, I felt like Richard Burton, s......

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