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undertow
by Peter HumphreysCohen's poem
on the radio
the morning
sun
blinding and
low
high above
a plane
climbs
westerly
my thoughts
are of
sadness
and
loss
of birds
flying home
of passages
through night
as dawn
blues the
Dublin sky
and day
breaks
anew
white
pink
gold
vapour
trails
heading
home 04/03/2006 Posted on 04/03/2006
Copyright © 2024 Peter Humphreys
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Anne Boulender on 06/01/06 at 02:12 AM undertow is about the best song ever. there were signs in the sky but i did not know i'de be caught in the grip of an undertow ditched on the beach where the sea hates to go... and my heart the shape of begging bowl. sad but true. |
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