Tuesday, February 02, 2021

Tuesday poem #409 : James Lindsay : from LABOUR DAY


July 14, Bluewater
It’s a heinous wrong to watch wildflowers
And the surf dozing what’s left of the beach

In the yard of a cottage I did not build
By hand with sons I had to fight to have

A relationship with on taken land
I say nothing on while complaining

About overkill and depleted beach
Emptied of sand and occupied by rocks

And each rock is an unimaginable failure
I don’t want to say like ghosts but sure

Like ghosts the kind wished back to life
Then disappointedly wished back dead

Because the beach is easier to be on
When we believe rocks cannot claim

And the wildflowers are canary yellow
Turnip violet and bone china white

Because they hate us that much




James Lindsay is the author of Our Inland Sea and the chapbook Ekphrasis! Ekphrasis! He is the co-founder of Pleasence Records and works in book publishing. He lives in Toronto.

the Tuesday poem is curated by rob mclennan

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