Representative Poetry Online

Random Poem of the Day

1An ear to the ground – and wait –
2You hear the chuckle and slap
3Of chop in the surly strait
4A thousand miles by the map?
5Oh no; it is only a fault
6Engrained in the rock of the mind;
7Remembered grace to the halt,
8Remembered sight to the blind.
9Whatever the world becomes,
10They will not leave you alone –
11The old impersonal drums
12Of leisurely surf on stone.
13An echo, following still;
14A silence, gathered and drowned
15In tides of a restless will
16To live again with the sound.
17It’s comfort in your virtue
18And penance for your sins,
19Till somewhere east of Cornwall
20The smell of salts begins.