Bwana
By dwells
In the jungle on my howdah,
thinking of a clammy chowder;
while the beaters’ drums grew louder on their own.
Down below the brown Zambezi
and my lovely Portugesee,
laughing when I called her “Easy” on the phone.
In the ocean, on an island
looking at the coast of Thailand,
as I shed a tear for dry land and a home.
Seeking out the marsupalia
in The Outback of Australia;
longing for the sweet mammalia I had known.
In those years did I get older,
all my trophies getting colder;
now a clam rake on my shoulder in the foam.
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Copyright 2017 dwells
Published on Monday, February 20, 2017.
Filed under: "Reflective" and
"Poetry"
Author's Note:
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On Sunday, September 17, 2023, carlosjackal
(3016) wrote:
A poem to chew on and savour. A mastication masterpiece.
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On Tuesday, February 21, 2017, out there
(188) wrote:
the rhyming reminds me of the Raven not easy to do.. a light whimsical write..the last verse very amusing.. refreshing :))
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On Wednesday, February 22, 2017, dwells
(4285) wrote:
Thanks OT and it was a challenge with the longer third line internal rhyme. Cheers! - Dan
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On Monday, February 20, 2017, motherofnature
(46) wrote:
Nice .. I many battlefields and love along the way ..
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On Monday, February 20, 2017, molock
(314) wrote:
fantastic as always dwells, "write on" my brother! peace - mo
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A former member wrote:
I love the imagery and the rhyme scheme that you got going on with this beautiful poem. This took me on quite an exciting journey! *hugs* Reb:).