Poetry

Silver moon

You have my heart which is similar to the moon’s grip on this night Dark branches reach high to embrace the sky waters bulge       in the curve of an eye   She slips from behind clouds      & then slides out…
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On the Brink of Niagara

MARCH 2012: POETRY by D. S. Martin You & I have stood on the brink of Niagara many times & so we know  like Coleridge  a waterfall can be sublime not merely pretty & of all the waterfalls on earth…
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Poems by D.S. Martin

The Pump at the End of the Lane I remember the sound of the pump at the end of our cottage lane braying like a donkey singing like an old man who knows only two notes We would pump &…