Sea-DriftA Poem by Wilyem Clark
I look at the pictures rafting by;
I peer into souls and think: There's some potential. The moment passes, Another piece of driftwood passes, Destined for some other beach. The emptiness Of this sandy cove In contrast to so many other Overcluttered, trash-strewn wastes, May imply sterility. If so, it isn't self-imposed. The spareness is directly linked To currents, tides, and serendipitous Surges from a far-off place Which bring the promise of something new: Exotic flotsam, fragrant flowers, Detritus from a Malay shrine, A crate of dragon fruit, or even An actual dragon, green and gold And breathing fire. A plenitude of delectables-- Multifarious, unique, arcane-- Gliss by, unsnatchable from the shore; Hence, the cleanliness of this bayfront, Hence, the barrenness of this strand. © 2021 Wilyem Clark |
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Added on June 9, 2021 Last Updated on June 9, 2021 AuthorWilyem ClarkWashington, DCAboutI've been writing poems since my teens (now in my 60s) and prose since the 1990s. It's been hard finding decent forums online--the free websites too often suffer sudden deaths. My "published" works ar.. more..Writing
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