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On low horizon, my figure stirs a memory that followed the mud rime paths.
\nDescry emotions, found left behind in places, old abandoned workings.
\nGrey, hard, feelings, unlocked from a geography of time.
\nOutcast weather, rough walled borders, stranded the wrong side of rivers in spate.
\nLight breaks, though the way isn\u2019t clear,not from here. This is another place.
\nHere a lifetime ago wrapped in wonder the shore became a boundary.
\nCasting lines from shell wrecked staging, acceptance, a kind word, all I wanted
\nI never saw then what lay beyond, never dreamed of other shores.
\nThis was enough, I had all I desired. Rod in hand, I waited for nothing.
\nI\u2019ve left too much behind, looked too far forward, lost myself in seasons end.
\nAt the mudflats edge, the crying gull, ever present rain, the weight of wind holds.
\nStubborn, pushing through spiteful drizzle,to watch the remote toil on fallow sand.
\nTake a moment to establish reverence, muted praise, the cold thrilled hope.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
On low horizon, my figure stirs a memory that followed the mud rime paths. Descry emotions, found left behind in places, old abandoned workings. Grey, hard, feelings, unlocked from a geography of time. Outcast weather, rough walled borders, stranded the … Continue reading