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Dreaming - The Siren Gale

It is morning, I hear the sky tearing
Itself apart, cloud limb from limb in gales.
No longer early and I wake to start
On clattering bailiff windows, so alert

I reach for reasons that are known, yet scrawl
Them down for comforts sake, before the dawn.
Brings snarling chainsaw, stripping thickened trunks
Straddling giants, that deem us fit for air

That sings through palings, sallies down the stair
Audible in its vociferous bawl
It fills the heads of those inside with fear
Trembling as the shimmer on the shore

Turning a great ship, property of the sea-
Plaything for night tides and the dauntless moon
That set the clashing waves about this place,
The house becomes a howling mythic beast

That air, on which all our lungs long to feast
Day by day, has come to say its piece
And no benevolent voice among the meek
With strength enough to sing through tearing sail

Will reason with the thunderous lashing voice
That comes now, looking for her final claims
To valleys, boroughs and suburban plains
That once, were empty, listening to the wind

(That ushered calm over the rasping waters)

And swayed gentle, or creaked and bowed, humbled
By what they knew: empire indifferent,
Arbitrary ruler of the gum-trees-
The same that crashes through the slums of man

Brought back, by sudden calm, I hear far off
Another siren song along the streets
Between the great roars, now in slow retreat
Yet hear it rearing in the hills again

And strain to look above the parapet
To see the untamed thing roaring above
And senses strike me, lest I should forget
To rise and meet those faces that I love

Style / type: 
Structured: Western
Review Request (Intensity): 
I want the raw truth, feel free to knock me on my back
Last few words: 
It's a re-start of poem dreamt up one Sunday morning, after a storm - sorry for the repetition.
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Comments

at the ferocity of such a storm. ..... in your mind. particularly loved: I reach for reasons that are known.

All storms have a lull, even the ones within :). Frustration lies in the fact that the reasons for the changes we're are experiencing, with regard to randomly wild weather, are well known - hence the line, and all we can do is express them repeatedly to some of those with deaf ears! Thanks for your comments, it may be a moving weather patter, as I tinker with it. As always, will endeavour to check out your stuff too.

All the best,

Chris.

Chris Hall - Tasmania

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I find myself on a ship, battling thrashing waves. The imagery and description is excellent, almost romantic. May I use this on our blog? All the credit goes to you, of course :)

Mag

Absolutely, and it's all free! Attribution is much appreciated, you know what they about exposure, glad you enjoyed - you'll have to send through URL for blog, would love to have a look. The imagery started to get thrown around a little, but then it was a waking dream, and ships were involved, so there you go. Glad you enjoyed.

Cheers,

Chris :)

Chris Hall - Tasmania

Grossbooted draymen rolled barrels dullthudding out of Prince's stores and bumped them up on the brewery float. On the brewery float bumped dullthudding barrels rolled by grossbooted draymen out of Prince's stores.

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here is the link to our lovely blog. i hope you like it.

http://neopoetofficial.tumblr.com/

Thanks for sharing, looks great. I've always found Tumblr utterly confusing (but in an anarchic creative way)- but decided to give it a crack anyway..

Chris Hall - Tasmania

Grossbooted draymen rolled barrels dullthudding out of Prince's stores and bumped them up on the brewery float. On the brewery float bumped dullthudding barrels rolled by grossbooted draymen out of Prince's stores.

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I really enjoyed it
awesome imagery

just one thing - the grammar of
'that air, which all our lungs long to feast on'
just imo, mind, would possibly read better as
'that air, on which all our lungs long to feast'

love judy
xxx

'Each for the joy of the working, and each, in his separate star,
shall draw the Thing as he sees It, for the God of Things as They are.'
(Rudyard Kipling)

Your right, 'that air, on which all our lungs long to feast' both scans better, and is much neater...I will definitely tweak it, much appreciated.

Cheers,

Chris :)

Chris Hall - Tasmania

Grossbooted draymen rolled barrels dullthudding out of Prince's stores and bumped them up on the brewery float. On the brewery float bumped dullthudding barrels rolled by grossbooted draymen out of Prince's stores.

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