swimming in the metaphorical
a poet
swimming in words
rough sea
calm sea
calming a rough sea
roughing rocks into a calm sea
surfing on the wave of a thought
or stranded on the tideline
lost purposes
flotsam and jetsam
made into a sculpture
scaling the sand dunes
two up one back
deep-rooted thoughts like
marram grasses in the wind
their deep life-lines cast
readers reeled in
seething in the back pull
as the tide recedes
paddling in a review
the poet is at low ebb
now what’s the word for it
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