"We shall not cease from exploration and the end of all our exploring will be to arrive where we started
and know the place for the first time." (T S Eliot)
"A dark and chanted verse is what I am." (
Forough Farrokhzad)

Monday, April 28, 2014

LONG JETTY

The old jetty sleeps like a snake all straight,
Stretched out to catch the warmth of sunny streams.
New planks tell lies about its true birth date,
Antique timber piles splash in water’s gleams.
It once welcomed the city’s men of name,
Who trawled for prawns and hooked fish in the flows
And slept on lush green banks that soon became
The parks that housed plush caravans in rows.
This lake sprawls sparkling in the summer ‘s height
When breezes fan hot houses on the hills
That loom like blue clouds in timeless twilight
And bend at dusk to showcase sunset’s thrills.
Then hunting birds glide tired to their rests
In lakeside reeds that simulate safe nests.


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