GLEAMLESS, LOW-LYING OOZES OF
MURK--
Gleamless mist, with smokes of clotted
cloud,
Low-lying, an enshrouding, wearing
woe
as when an inner bruise
Oozes like a weeping wound. This
masking
Of moon and stars dims them.Murk nulls
nearer lights--and hopes.
Moist noises: busy bells, horns that
morosely wail--
warn, too late for me.
I'm moored here
Among what gleamless, low-lying
oozes
of murk and gloom.
GLOOM: LEADEN, ODEROUS, OOZING,
MOANING:
GLOOM ranges over these waters--through
my mind.
LEADEN is the dying light, late this
day;
ODEROUS the mist wafted from the
shoreling sloughs.
OOZING brackish waters vein this
bay.
MOANING sounds: some seaman's
hound?
Drop the anchor, furl the sails, and
hope.
GLOOM with this LEADEN, ODEROUS OOZING,
MOANING
Must wane with a new day's
morning.
(C) March 1996 Charles L.
Prazak
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