Lunar By Mike Watts

Ancient luminous coin Gripped within the crush of space How solemn you are, And how freely Your pale borrowed light Enriches earth evenings. Now within our reach Your dead body moves continuously, Provoking unwittingly The pattern of tides As you travel your slow Orbital path. In cloudless dark Powerful single eyes Point toward your silence, Where flag and footprint Captured forever in your dust Claim you as mankinds first. And in that vast unmapped Outshining your distant cousins You hang there, A tiny celestial pearl In an eternal stretch Of spilt black paint.

Copyright © 2007  Mike Watts

Poetry - Leave No One Behind By Del Abe Jones.

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Poetry - Summer Dress and Unbounded Heart By Kevin Webster .

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Poetry - The Price They Pay By Del Abe Jones.

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Poetry - Taking Sides By Steve Rudd
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Poetry - Once a Thought Night By Mike Watts
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Poetry - Old Friend By Shaun Heesom
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Poetry - One Day In Daphnes Life By Mike Watts
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Poetry - The Festive Fifty By Jim Higo

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Poetry - Number Two By Laura Fry

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Poetry - Seven Come Eleven (after 9/11) By Del Abe Jones.

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Poetry - Dancing Angels By Andy Grant

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Poetry - Summer Babe By Beth McGann.

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Poetry - On the Netto Breadline By Beth McGann.

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Poetry - Today's Climate By Joe Hakim

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Poetry - Where Once Was Pain By Merle R. Stone

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Poetry - An Open Letter to the Head of ITV1 Scheduling and The Dog Ate My Lottery Ticket By Beth McGann.

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Poetry - Hide and Seek By Maurice Fairfield
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Poetry - Pie in The Sky By Shaun Heesom
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Poetry - Lament for Hull By Laura Fry

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Poetry - The Sound of the Sea By Beth McGann.

	the sound of the sea an endless movement like the pull of a horse on the bridle, strong underneath rollers rattle the chalk pebbles smooth in a cupped hand Read more...

Poetry - Ashes To Ashes By Patrick Henry
	Down-under the dodgy digger is the flash tool to fool us all: Over here, the cobber to ditch the blather and strike the flaming ball, No wet Pom could hit for straight six, or toss-up a wrong-'un to skittle a side; Pull all POM sheilas hard-up for it: ten top thin models lined up in a bed; Read more...

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