Poems written by Nicholas Rowe, from the small island of Guernsey in the Atlantic Ocean.
Far from the fumes, our
polluted illusion in
clear resolution.
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A distant hum outlines the
silence. The falling sea settles in
oily currents by the rocks.
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A large gull slowly flaps above the
channel, pitches, meets its reflection, splashing
sofly, drifting backward on the tide.
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A caterpillar crawls in
the hot white sand. A magical bird
flutters in shimmering light.
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Black smoke joins a brown
band staining the horizon,
car engines straining.
Prickly gorses brown
and grey – flowering yellow
by the blue green sea.
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And in between an earthy
path that dips and weaves with stones and shells,
heading through my memory.
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Close, far, elusive
as a star, sublime. Other
place and place in time.
I had time to think,
standing by the sea. My main
challenge is clear – me.
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Suddenly, I feel full of
hope. I know what to do, to become
the person I aspire to.
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But first I shall stay,
to be one with this world of
passing winter grey.
Silver purple night –
same light that barely traced a
paltry evening disk.
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Ceaseless resonance of sea.
Clear oystercatcher call travels through
this cool amphitheatre.
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Clarity of mind,
fine-tuned, no longer blinded,
sensing inner self.
Majestic poplars
leaning by the water’s edge,
lightly rustling leaves.
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A sprinkling of coloured stars
glinting in the winter night, creatures
moving through the shallow light.
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A flapping ghost, low
above the waving grasses,
sunbeams from the east.
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Note: this poem is a spin off concept from the poem ‘Paintings and Flowers’ (Menu, 2018, Poems, Paintings and Flowers)
Gradual hidden
mass scouring rocks – strong sunlight
flashing over black.
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The world gently bends around
the silent water, my energy
draining down to the darkness.
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Delicate branching
fractals crossing land, pouring
softly to the sea.
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Note: this poem is a spin off concept from the poem ‘Swept Away’ (Menu, 2018, Poems, Swept Away)
