we met on the far shore

of dreams where a ghost tribe

clothed in white tunics

lived in the shelter

of a sunless forest

amid ferns and rotting logs

and rolling swells of murmur fog,

hypnotic, with no boats

and no word for goodbye


About Ray Sharp

Father, poet, triathlete, local public health planner
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2 Responses to fragment

  1. Excellent. This is fully developed. I like the rhythm and the unfolding of it, very much. It is complete and yet makes me long for more.

  2. Ray Sharp says:

    Thank you, Kay, it’s always nice to hear from you

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