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Irish by birth, Newfoundlandler by avocation - I live here 80% of the time. The other 20% is spent where the wind blows me. I think random thoughts on an even more random universe. Elevated, exhilarated and exalted by the fact I am living in this day and age. I've come all the way from hand-cranked calculators in an endless room of clerical drones to a flat monitored multi-gigabyted home office where the work comes to me. How absolutely cool is that???
Skin Room - Sara Tilley
NEWFOUNDLAND BLOG ROLL
Chill of coming winter
Coating the boaty bones
Riding high on the
Wavery water of Mall Bay.
I blow into my cold hands
Stepping around deserted
Crab pots and lobster pens
Mourning summer’s passing.
Remembering the rush of
Foliage and bright blossoms
Bursting fiercely forth
From the pungent earth
And boats sailing in
Weighted down, creaking
Beneath the ocean harvest.
All is silent. Waiting.
posted by Wisewebwoman @ 2:55 PM
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6 Comments:
And I stood shivering!
Lovely, lovely poem, WWW ! :-)
Beautiful! So visual, my friend. I could see and feel it. And I love the rhythm of this poem and the alliteration. Ahhhh . . . .
I like the sense of peace and serenity that comes from the poem. Very different from the hustle and bustle of Toronto!
'Boaty bones' - love it!
http://www.guardian.co.uk/commentisfree/cif-green/2009/nov/30/canada-tar-sands-copenhagen-climate-deal
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