Friday, August 8, 2008

Discovery


A few poems about discovery
and such things?


Discovery

Damn these maps
their safe harbours.
This watch for yesterday.
Quartered and halved
as the wind dictates.
All talk these
arguements they plot.
Like hungry ghosts
that pitch and roll
their contradictions,
till they fall off
the earth.

They will lose
themselves.
Here be Dragons!
Photograph: The sea at Spanish Point.
Co. Clare. 1996.

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