Through the water symphony
a blue ache
of shadow and moans,
a language recalling
all time’s frantic urges
of why, never, and when.
Words from my Saturday visit to the poetry Oracle.
a singing woman
on a ship–
she shines with diamonds and sea spray
she moans and water soars–
a storm smell winds languidly
over and about,
music of sun, rain, sky
the thousand springs
I didn’t consult the Oracle last week, but she didn’t mind. She seems to know I had a bit of an ocean theme going on this week, and she gave me this one.
Freya at Pure Haiku has chosen one of my haiku for her Ocean series. You can read it here.
This is my attempt at a Ghazal for dVerse.
Over star-glimmered waves, we journeyed and sailed under the moon.
There we bemoaned our fate, still sailing—railed under the moon.
We see the fork-tongued serpent, slither-scaled under the moon,
she, no siren, silver-voiced with hair unveiled under the moon.
From the towering giant, one-eyed, we quailed under the moon,
but scurried we, when blinded he was thus curtailed under the moon.
On blood-wine seas, the winds caught and prevailed under the moon
And what of the gods, we flattered, yet failed, under the moon?
What lands should we conquer? If heroes, we’re hailed, under the moon.
And what tales of those places to you we’d regale under the moon.
Do we return to love, or to marriages failed, under the moon?
My own wife, unconsidered, what of her travails under the moon?
Too far, too soon, the poet sleeps unassailed under the moon
to the gentle rhythm of the waves, inhales, exhales, under the moon
sharing quarters with livestock
and worldly goods,
battered and buffeted
by wind and waves,
sailing through salt spray
under sun and shimmering stars,
the ship a speck in the vast sea-space
sometimes gently, sometimes furiously,
rocked them into the unknown
This is a quadrille for dVerse. The prompt was “rock.”
Pretend I’m the Queen of the Sea–
in my long reign
we will dance upon the waves,
careless of the sparkling spindrift
we’ll ride our horses of ocean blue
under the singing stars,
and only a gentle rain will fall,
soft drumming to the humming moon
This poem is for dVerse. Lillian has asked us to use the words rain, rein, and/or reign, and to write something upbeat.
I’ve used this painting by Ilya Repin before, but I love it. The Blue Horses and spindrift are for Jane. 🙂
From a dream world I’m summoned back, awakened by a boom and a crash. A flash of light illuminates the room through the window shades. My cat rises, ears up, but he remains by my side. Seeking comfort or giving it? Lovely petrichor drifts in through the windows left open from the summer day. Then boom, crash, flash, and the rain comes down in a rushing torrent, like a waterfall from the sky. I listen to it, feeling like the world below me might flood, and my bed become a ship that sails me, not into dreams, but into a murky river. I lie there in the dark, counting “one Mississippi, two Mississippi” each time the thunder roars. Finally, it is over, and I sleep, dreaming of oceans and sandy beaches. I wake to the mockingbird’s song, and a day that is washed clean. Hope sparkles in the morning sun.
Spirits rage at night
crash and bang till washed away
in wonder, joy reigns
This is late entry for for dVerse.
I guess it’s a summer memory now, since it happened a couple of days ago. 🙂
Do we remember poetry and desire, come eternity?
embrace old rhythms of green and lingering life,
a brilliant blush,
a fired heart—
listen to this blue salt ocean, Fool,
the angel said,
magic lies here, there, all about and after
it dances and laughs, surrounding you like perfume–
go breathe peace and heal
I’m in the midst of crazy writing and editing. The Oracle knew just what to say. I added some punctuation. I hope she doesn’t mind.