Friday, April 02, 2010

Poems By Dan

Dan has been writing a poem a day for National Poetry Month.
We are only on day two but I love both of these poems and I want to share them with you.

On The Washington Coast

Through the screen door: the sound
of waves making their continuous
exchange, rubbing rocks raw, defining
the edge of where we are. Under the surface
humpbacks and barnacles travel north. Five
hours ago we were the last people in America
to see the sun leave the horizon, as if losing
sight of a town in the rearview mirror
that we'll never visit again. All there is now
is absence and the knowledge that nothing
will remain the same.

Dan Morris 4/1/10


If it were understood that cementing myself
to the side of this pier was a kind of commitment,
a conscious choice, choosing this place
rather than the corner of the mouth of a humpback,
my life might be viewed as a little more significant.
But my anatomy suggests otherwise. I am simply
meant to eat, perpetuate my kind and stay put. But
underneath all those facts, there is longing.

Dan Morris 4/2/10


Amanda Atkins said...

those are beautiful.
I love the line "rubbing the rocks raw" the most. I'm not sure why. Just the similarity between the words and all the things it implies.

Anonymous said...

i enjoyed reading these. please keep them coming.

Shelley Rickey said...

Hi Miss Kat,
Lovely blog.I loved seeing the 'Blue Dog', your Grandpa in Overalls and you. You are CUTE!

So glad you stopped by.
Take care & Have Fun,

Katherine said...

Very cool. I look forward to more.