Poems on the topic: sea

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Dave Bonta

Beach body

white sand and a body made sweet with the easiness of nature like land dissolving in the sea and the oyster-woman’s way forever is to eat

Dave Bonta

I miss my own piece of ground under the sea under a fly of the Lord’s some thin cross my mind could be like a harp and no hand to suit it should any religion call me like a ruin of a friend shall death and despair rule or temper me knowing the time to fall and the time to age to go sleep with the crows in my hindered land

Dave Bonta

Lunacy

the great sea belongs to the present all the rest already is gone to rust where madness is half moon shining so that it aches raving in my sleep

Dave Bonta

Lethargic

I conceal by smiling the ice within I lie under great weight a sea might come into the room and I would do nothing tell me a secret and I tell it to the wren I give the devil his dirt a touching mission the body changes as a sea high or low

Dave Bonta

Celestial bodies

so many bodies at the sea like creatures of sweat chairs toward that dog the sun where a ship made me understand many things eyes full of it all like cheap moons

Dave Bonta

Echo location

alone in my shed I repeat the words of the echo clear as the sea delivered late at night in a quiet garden making me hear children in the water and in myself

Dave Bonta

Vantage point

where to answer the sea but in the rain like the skin of the Lord or some foul old swan

Dave Bonta

Good morning

morning and I believe I may be going to sea in a tub going to see a king be a king or at least singing in the garden longing to see my wife

Dave Bonta

A penny saved

a penny signifies the world we would not miss a sorry playhouse home having so little that emptiness is a seeming great sea

Dave Bonta

World enough and time

I am alone as the clock or an orange in translation mean as a little sun blue at the difficulty of love do I take this world to be my wife today in her flower suit a body in love is so much well-oiled uncertainty its secret motions calling up a sea of my own

Dave Bonta

Mediocracy

I did not hear it raining in the night we who are citizens of the ordinary sing other songs even by the sea uncertain what to think and how

Dave Bonta

Encounters

I hear the sand speaking my mind I have been flinging stones at the sea all night how true is west with nobody home and you my valentine going to see the storm act her part of grief and meeting who but me

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