You have beaten your head against a wall of waves
that tried to push you away or draw you in
to a world of little green fishes, and sharks
and dolphins that make such silly promises
as carrying you away.
It was tempting, wasn’t it, to slip in and under
let your life-blood follow currents
to unknown shores? Yet you know,
you would swim like a mad woman
to anchor yourself in a bay nearby.
You see, I know your siren, hair streaming
in her sudden rise to a rocky shore,
sings about drunken sailors and men
swallowed whole by the sea who foolishly
thought love was the answer.
You know it is not, even when a hurricane eye
draws you out to look at the shipwreck,
only to become sheared
by staying out too long under the moon.
Salt air disappears as soon as it hits your skin
for you are made of earth, my girl,
not water and the ocean is merely a mirror
of mountain’s ache to be touched
to see if the wounds have healed.
Author notes
for my young pen friend http://allpoetry.com/Amaranthine%20Lover
whose writing stuns me....the maturity and the depth of knowing how to express it, is amazing.
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Comments
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I love both the vivd thoughts and emotions that you captured from the image. Your imagination is mesmerizing and had me locked into your poem from the very beginning. Not only did you paint the image with words but you also manage to tell a wonderful "story" as well, which I found to be very fasinating. Personally, I love the sea and stories of those that sail the seas for different reasons. Your reason is of course for that of "LOVE" that I also found true about the image.
Beautiful stanza indeed:
"You see, I know your siren, hair streaming
in her sudden rise to a rocky shore,
sings about drunken sailors and men
swallowed whole by the sea who foolishly
thought love was the answer."
The final stanza also dazzled me through the reflections of healing;
"Salt air disappears as soon as it hits your skin
for you are made of earth, my girl,
not water and the ocean is merely a mirror
of mountain’s ache to be touched
to see if the wounds have healed."
Lovely piece
Thank you for your entry and I wish you the best in the contest!
David
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your background and poem totally relatess
great write images so reall
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Silly-face sigh! That is all.
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