Collins 2 – Poetry – July 29, 2003

 

 

Upon the crystal blue
A Surfer jumps waves

Then another until

A whole pod – moving rhythmically

No distinguishable leader –

Just silent echoes of pleasure

They tail a boat

As it offers an effortless ride

Perhaps to their feeding ground

Or to birth a few new hump backs

 

— James W. Collins

 
                 

 

 

What says love

Hidden within flowers

Or chocolates in wee hour

Perhaps it’s words of attachment

Notice a baby’s constant cry

And a mother’s ready feet

Her war is compassion

Up at odd hours

Attending to soothe

 

— James W. Collins
                   

 

 

 

Copyright 2003

by James W. Collins

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