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Issue # 8 September 2012
"... brevity is the soul of wit ..."
- William Shakespeare


Cally Conan-Davies is an itinerant Australian writer who sometimes picks up poems on her travels. Some of these have made it to places such as POETRY, The Hudson Review, The New Criterion, Angle, and Lavender Review. Some of these poems have been nominated for the Pushcart Prize as well as Best on the Net.

Cally Conan-Davies

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Who Knows

When I go, will part of me
linger here beside the sea?
Perhaps the heart of me will stay
and roam this tide-line every day,
singing songs of breaking waves,
turning shells the tide engraves
with liquid lilt of water flows,
washed in light, beyond all going.

I know, but wait—if part of me
might scatter here upon the sea,
soak the heart of me with spray
where surf and sand turn silver-grey,
and let it beat in falling waves
and, like a shell the tide engraves
with liquid lilt of water flows,
fill with hush, and break from knowing.