About the Author:
Being adopted at the age of three, I have a confusing background even to myself. If variety is "the spice of life," I'm gifted with abundance of taste. Maybe as a result of my shallow roots, I love to travel and experience the world from the perspective of other cultures. In turn, I love to explore the shared meanings that we humans can find together. I had the privilege of living a great deal of my earthly years in Africa and India. I see the world as my playground. I love to investigate and analyze, and this combines with my sense of personal spirituality which is very important to me.

Poetry by Brian Hodgkinson

A Boy on the Shore

A boy on the shore
mesmerized by the sight,
Swelling, looming, threatening,
mesmerized by the sight:
Of thousand giants ominous
A revolving door
Opened the abyss.
Falling liquid black and dark,
With waved despair and grey fright.

There frowned above
In blended gusty height,
An evil face.
On the approaching night:
Its insane howl taught
The inky monsters below.
Akin to the deep;
Synchronized with hate
Its ugly leer
Moaned with delight.

He walked in the morning
On the littered beach;
Swelling huge mountains
All danced a blue peace
And sang the mist.
White pods lay glittered
On the treasured sand
Robbed from the beast
Ornate and painted gleaming
The boy smiled at each.


                               --Brian Hodgkinson


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