by Ed Higgins
1. Walking here
with you
on these narrow
strands
of clean air
& imagination
only.
2. Delight entering
despite sorrows
that already
call us
away.
3. Eased by
this rising moon,
the tide's darkening
stain surges
onto wet
waiting sand
thrust inward
toward the yielding
reluctant shore.
4. Tentative, at first,
this receding
inflowing discourse
of wave and
cleft-split rock.
5. The ambiguous edge
barely perceptible
now against
the sea's
widening urge.
The surf out there
like a pulse quickened
to the heart.
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What’s to say. . . a love poem. . . nostalgia piece. . .mildly erotic in image/metaphor, maybe. Currently published in a new zine: Symmetry Pebbles at
It’s an older piece, never published before, that I rediscovered, liked & thot, hey, why not send it out somewhere. Nice to recycle some of our older stuff, eh?
Tender, yet nice, taut and well done. fave
This is very good, like the way the form feels like receding water.
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Enjoyed this piece, Ed. Really good form. Nicely done.
Like the subtle implications here.*