Wednesday, 23 July 2014

Babel Heart by Bob Paris (c)

 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
Adrift on undulant seas and restless
How shall I calm this Babel heart
A millstream runs my head a’singing
Wet mainsail taunt lines slinging drops
Of heavy salted waves that break
Off port and starboard aft and fore
On far horizon calls measured hope
Crack the swells oh leeward bound
As if to know a nimble trace
A peaceful harbor where to put by
Gleamed tranquil treble everlast
Pulse stills through rhythmic ease
And toil and melody and
Clean light and vapour
Cloud draped volcano cockcombs above
This strange lagoon of quickened soul
Of steady rocking nights in slumber
The peace of gems upon deep velvet
Bright days to patch and stow and long
To move to move to move again

BABEL HEART by Bob Paris
23 July, 2014
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