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The b r e a k bread t id e.

Float down a river one day, and see
Where it leads. Should it be a tributary
that pushes you out,
or lesser current that sends you
out to the sea?
Stop awhile at the estuary,
and there, find this house.
Thence, break bread with me.
What strange currents drew you here,
are those that led us both to see.

Look out on that placid tide.
Know that sea mounts,
under a brocade ocean hum
with the thunder of volcanoes not done-
Further south, frozen deep,
the lonely remnants of men keep with the bones of ships-

I drift among the galleys of broken wrecks,
sunk deep, into webbing tides
where salt water whittles weak-
The ironwood frames of all those once proudly proclaimed,
and then in ancient slips and jetties set free,
in singing heat and burning eyes of days gone,
they surmise in song:
There in the ice blue depths, were men,
That came from the land of your countrymen
Who could tell where they would end?
When the sea ceased toil in the morning.

Style / type: 
Free verse
Review Request (Intensity): 
I want the raw truth, feel free to knock me on my back
Last few words: 
This is a piece inspired by a recent visit to the Mawson exhibition at the Tasmanian Museum and Art Gallery, and to all lost souls at sea. http://www.tmag.tas.gov.au/whats_on/exhibitions/current_upcoming/info/mawsons_men
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Were the spaces in the word 'break' on purpose? Why?
The music of the piece speaks for itself, but I said it anyway. Can I post it on Facebook?
https://soundcloud.com/neopoet/the-b-r-e-a-k-bread-t-id-e-by-chris-vandi...

It brings the dead, their lives, hauntingly to life.

What lies on the bottom of the sea twitching?
A nervous wreck. Sorry, couldn't resist it.

cheers,
Jess
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Actually better than my attempt to describe my thumb and forefinger formed into a ring, and with a snarling sound, say: "What's that?" - A vicious circle! Thanks for reading and yes, of course chuck it on Facebook. Oh, and thank you for another wonderful reading. I am cognizant of my lack of presence recording audio. I offer no excuses, only reasons - life at the moment, is split between three locations and a substantial number of kilometres on the clock,, so thank you for being patient with me.

Cheers Jess.

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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It's not that often that I say "most excellent" in reference to a free verse because too many of them are just chopped prose. But THIS is how free form should be done. I salute you......stan

Salute returned, I enjoyed writing this. Tasmania is awash with the wrecks of initially the Dutch, then the French, then the English, and probably, who knows - a few Chinese vessels thrown in. It's one of the most densly populated regions of the old world in terms of bones of sailors, and hulks of ships. Interesting stuff, if you're a wreck diver. Personally I wouldn't go in the water for quids, but I have friends that do, who knows what's down there, and what secrets are buried.

Thanks for reading.

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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