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poetry
by ian mcbryde
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verse
live | volume 1
number 1
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"Poetry
is the music of the soul, and, above all, of great
and feeling souls." -Voltaire
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since April 2007 | Verse Live centers on the publication
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| Ian
McBryde
was born in Toronto,
Canada,
and has lived and worked in Australia for many years. His
work has been published in England,
Japan,
the USA,
Germany,
Canada, Australia
and Belgium.
He has performed his poetry throughout the world. His fourth
manuscript, Equatorial,
was published in 2001 by Five
Islands Press, and he is recording new material. McBryde
is married to poet Jordie
Albiston. |
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| "In
our weariness, tears cannot find their way out of
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Andy Jackson
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I
am flesh wrapped around all things unwept, I am
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salt
water, brim-filled. No weary gulls any longer
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land
on me to rest, even briefly. This reservoir
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has
no outlet, no closing shore. An eternal twilight
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the waves, awaiting the hush and solace |
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nights that will never arrive. Bottomless, without |
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the reservoir patiently awaits a current, |
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cleansing tide, anything that can move its thick |
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sluggish depth. The echo of invisible bells |
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this surface, doubling themselves as they |
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out horizons that simply are not there. |
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is no raft, no boat, no trusted rope. |
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so I walk the dry world, liquid-skinned, |
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in slow motion, just here, inside myself. |
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