footfalls to the west
2008/01/18 in poems
footfalls to the west
by tanner brockwell
footfalls to the west
what is near
which is best
for no nature’s aerie
the stars uncertainly mum
the specter of a haunting
this haunting most true
for silent stars and swollen moon
the tide is pulling out soon
where embarkments signify
this vessel flys
swift foot to swift sail
leaving empty harbors
for a boundless sea
almost grounded fantastic
a mute and quiet intelligence
messengers of the deep
for clear passage
for a way
into the morning star
sailing sailing
provisions providence
yet hungry before horizon
night before behind night
on the edge of something
a glimmer of luminescence
a glimmer before a spark
the murmmer then
then this lost art
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Maleah said on 2008/01/18
What a glorious image you create of the choice between the ever changing sea or the trodded land. It is clear the sea calls your name, and you chose to chance the tides. For a landlocked girl who longs for the sight of the ocean again…this poem lets me remember the salty kiss of the sea spray. Lets me set flight in the nautical wind…I can almost see the glimmer of a spark as you reach your destination. Never regret following you heart and the choices it makes. Well done, as always.