The Crying Light

This morning, we read the light
a cloud of mosquitoes rising

and the river wears the tinny’s wake
like a childhood scar.



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5 responses to “The Crying Light

  1. Mark William Jackson

    Great mournful imagery; the scars of the river, the grandmother’s tear, and when the music’s over – turn out the light.

  2. Yeah, absolutely! Love that scar on the river, Graham.

  3. I must say that the final line was quite a powerful image for me…since I once played the drums…that was often the last thing you did to end the song…very strong poem.

  4. WOW. this must be inspired by william carlos williams’ poems.

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