drift-goat I am
of the wood
of the sea
harsh etch-work
by sand
by the wind
adrift-goat
I am
by the whorl
of my eye
I see
you
© Frank Prem, 2017
November 2017 Poem #19: detail – the joke
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Beautiful lines and equally beautiful snaps.
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Thank you. The driftwood enabled me, I think.
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You are welcome, and lines are really beautiful.
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Damn I wouldn’t want to try and split a bit of timber like that with an axe.
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Tough old wood, for sure.
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