Lightning cut black sky
carapace clouds appeared as ghosts
holed in caverns and corners
shouldered against mountains
thunder filled the silence
and night became the skin of drums
deep and resonant rumbles
Seas mirrored the night
and multiplied moon
into points like stars
and stars became the afterthought
settled upon the sweep of the eye
a man stood alone
upon land over waters
and saw the empty ends of the world
and the form of his heart
a wait among the beating of tides,
stares into gathered mists, holding hopes...
like a still sail... paused in wonder,
that so many breathless waves return
without a word.
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Waves that return without words, now that is a sad thought. Yet, you still manage to insert beautiful images and that loving feeling so common in your poetry
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How wonderfully evocative of the night sky and endless mysteries of the ocean's rhythm. With unique language and subtle device you are able to bring new insights into these phenomena. I loved the eerie feel of the last stanza because I have often gazed upon the ocean at night, dwarfed by its power and fascinated by the repetition of the waves. You always manage to turn an otherwise mundane topic into something special with your own brand of verse and haunting metaphors. This was very special. Peace, Liz
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One day, all poetry will be like this.
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