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the tide rises, the tide falls | an oceanic literary magazine
Like Driftwood
by
Robin McNamara
Storm-swept waves salt
my already tortured tongue.
The sea breeze sprays
salt water across my face;
Baptising my forehead.
I drift upon rolling restless seas.
Rising tides sway my soul;
Across the ocean.
Cast off like:
driftwood.
Robin McNamara is an Irish poet, born near a fishing village by the Atlantic Ocean. Now he is a city dweller with poetry published worldwide and a regular contributor to Poetry Ireland’s poetry prompts. University College Dublin (UCD) have archived his pandemic poetry.
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