Tanner Brockwell

pearl from the darkest waves
by tanner brockwell

pearl from the darkest waves
and hands that reached amongst the silt
diving in the cool dark waters
and finding the ridged flare of shell

gripped hard and lifting
carried in the lung tight burning rise
of the water cold upon the skin
and cresting shouting ho above the waves

and lifted the marine relic high
seaweed and sand clinging tight
inside inside the unknown sight
the darkest orb in this then darkest night

kept to hand to hand and climb into the skiff
oars and hands strongly gripped this find
this rough dull shell that inside hid a treasure new
this was a journey to the heart this was a journey dark

that braves the waves and threat of storm
cold winds blew now upon the deep
and roiling like a kettle thick
this surface shades of black to steep

and night and waves are constant now
they lull the incurious or fevered brow
and all the while the stars are hid
and only haze of luna’s lid

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floating upon the waves
by tanner brockwell

floating upon the waves
like fire
this image of golden orbicity
the rays bending upon the surface
honeyed fluidity slipping
towards the dark house of night
that veil of mystery
flung across the stary deep
soft as silk the warm breeze
upon the skin
recline surrender
let the cosmos observe
as slowly slowly the winding dreams
unwind in time in your mind
slipping as falling leaves left
in another season
fell from the boughs of a high tree
and floating in slow descent
landing upon the forest floor
made a carpet a regal footing
for feet that dancing
reveled in the earthy loam

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stood upon rough wood
by tanner brockwell

stood upon rough wood
the gaps between the dark
dust and seeds blew through and down
the wagon swayed from side to side
earlier in the day
i had my feet
bouncing up and down
pot holes in the road like a rolling
through my joints
the air was cool as i moved faster
late in the day
the evening was cooling
the up turned edge of leaves
rustling with the breeze
meant that the clear sky would turn dark
light showers in the night
a constant patter
and i dreamt of ocean waves

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