18 May 2010

Hard Road, High Sea

The collar only turns so high
Wind finds its way inside
Coiling around aching chest
Chilly breath of Manannan

Pulling the hat down low
Putting one foot 'fore the other
Again and again, on the hard road
Gray cliff along the high sea

16 comments:

  1. I feel like I need to put a sweater on!

    Good stuff, my friend.

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  2. Funny....I think the labels tell as much as the poem.

    Wishing I could send you a scarf. It would be green and yellow and smell vaguely of woodsmoke.

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  3. Brrr! lovely .. evocative .. atmospheric .. chilly . I really like it !

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  4. Love that first line. Makes me cold just thinking about it.

    Great poem,

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  5. I can feel that wind, shoulders all hunched to stay warm... yikes!

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  6. *shiver* Wish I were half as descriptive as you are.

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  7. Emotional chills are the worst. Hugs from afar to keep you warm. Keep putting that one foot in front of the other. And breathe.

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  8. Ha! Sounds like my work week!

    I'll just keep on sloggin', then. :-)

    Pearl

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  9. I hope you're doing okay. I'm a bit worried about you.

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  10. Sounds like a gloomy and lonely walk.

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