Four Poems

Dear friends,

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This week, four poems to remind us of the sea. The first is an ‘aelindrome’ in the decimal expansion of pi — thus, [Des][i][re st][o][wed sh-]… returns as …[wed sh][o][res t][i][des].

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TIDES (Aelindrome in π)
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Desire stowed ships on seas,
while air, a fragrant eddy, ran....
        A fragile air whips on.
        Seas wed shores, tides.

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MARINA (Anagrammed Lines)

Hear that solemn rain
on the marina: her salt
aroma; the snarl in the
lather…. This near moan
alarms another, in the
harsher lamentation….

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THE SEAGULL (Palindrome)

Go, feel freed....
All abyss,
algae saw a sloop,
one vocal lugsail.
As you based it on wash, surf,
or a wade, I died.
A war of rush saw no tides….
A buoy’s alias: "Gull".
A cove,
no pool,
saw a sea.
Glassy balladeer, flee fog....

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THE CAYS (Palindrome)

Raft ropes, nets,
you befilth cay isles.
Seven old, lone vessels I yacht —
lifebuoys tense, port far….