Hello friends,
Four poems this week. Enjoy! (And if you do, please consider supporting my work by purchasing my latest book The Robots of Babylon, or by pre-ordering my forthcoming omnibus Knit Ink.)
This first poem 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].
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.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….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....THE CAYS (Palindrome)
Raft ropes, nets,
you befilth cay isles.
Seven old, lone vessels....
I yacht —
lifebuoys tense; port far.