Poetry of Tom Greggs
  • Poems 1
    • Fair For Any Bird
    • Untitled II
    • Old Photo / Black Luger
    • Stirrer of Seas
    • On The Stair
    • Red Delicious
    • The Occasional Poem
    • Emerging
    • Proper Use of the Scythe
    • Anemone
    • Hole in the Wall
    • Muddy Waters
    • Gauguin in Ketchikan
    • Red Tailed Hawk
    • Poet, Adjusted
    • April
  • Poems 2
    • Jack Straws
    • A Titanic
    • Unclothing
    • Counting Cop Cars
    • Cargo Cult
    • Island Bird
    • River Stones
    • Boy in Victory
    • The Difference Between Burying and Planting
    • Vietnam Memorial In Rain
    • How Relationships End
    • Clearing of the Land
    • Periwinkle
    • Surge Channel
    • An Artist Gives Birth
    • White Church in a Deep Field
  • Short Poems
    • Beach Cabin
    • Untitled
    • Short Poem 1
    • Drive Time Jazz
    • Road to Walla Walla
    • These Things
    • Short Poem 2
    • Short Poem 3
    • The Undulate
    • Short Poem 4
    • Living Twice
    • You-Me
  • Sock Drawer
    • Washaway Beach
    • A Splendid Christmas Corpse
    • Who Laid the Bone
    • Everybody's Packin'
    • She's the Next Best Thing
  • Contact Me


                                                       Stirrer of Seas


                                              She turns a radiant face to me

                                              Full Moon slowly stirs the sea

                                              Old memories 

                                              Silvered and crippled

                                              Rise to the light

                                              They scent the night

                                              Match heads, melon brine 

                                              Iodine


                                              When she moves, I move

                                              Where she goes rising, I'm rising

                                              When she sets, she sets me crashing

                                              And I don't know why 

                                              My blood knows why

                                              But I don't know why


                                              Morning Crow looks me eye to eye

                                              He'd have my shoes 

                                              If I'd limbs to lose

                                              High water's laid me in the sand

                                              Moon's gone to find another man

                                              My blood knows why

                                              But I don't know why

                                              Moon's gone to stir another man



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