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Shrimpers
by Leonard M HawkesNew eyes on an ancient world--
The savagery of the inland sea,
And isolation known once
Only by Redmen or cowboys--
Or railroad men as they shattered
The stony nose of the Promontory
To dump the broken chunks
In a pink-white-salty grave.
Your harvest only recently valued
"And marginal," you say, at best--
But the solitary sailor's life,
The empty ache of a lonely port--
I did not expect to find these,
Not here in the Rocky Mountains.
12/28/2007 Author's Note: The Christmas Moon at the hot spring
Posted on 12/29/2007
Copyright © 2025 Leonard M Hawkes
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 12/29/07 at 04:03 AM Great imagery and I like the distant, reserved tone as well. Very well pulled off. |
| Posted by Jim Moore on 01/09/08 at 03:41 PM A well-written, well-thought-out piece of work, more than worthy of the spotlight.
Best,
Jim |
| Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 01/09/08 at 04:11 PM I'm very glad to see this as POTD! Your calm descriptive depth ties the sea and the mountains together as though they knew it all along. |
| Posted by Joe Cramer on 01/09/08 at 05:39 PM Congrats on POTD!!! |
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