You come to me on salt crusted knees, your green
eternity throbbing against my cold ephemera
as my vision moults in a reverse alchemy
that corrodes your gold to velvet pitch,
you bring your unending pretensions to
godliness, you question my faith, what will you
be without my perception, how will you measure
your foreverness without my fleeting gaze,
who leaves and who remembers, who bears more
the visceral rub of the changing moon, know that
I am the child of an imploded star, a burst of
causal consciousness, yet you who swallow
rivers and corrupt rain, you who bed the sun
and awaken time, who will wait for you on these
naked shores when I am gone, who will tell you
what your wetness really means?
First Published at Visual Verse: Oct 2017
I am awash in your words…
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what will you be without my perception,
how will you measure your foreverness
without my fleeting gaze
Questioning the ocean is a way of getting a confirmation. A clever way of toning down the sentiments so as to treat it as a human!. Nice Thots!
Hank
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Thanks Hank.
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Wow!
So you think the waters will swallow the land? Perhaps they will die together. 😦
But I am sure it is true that everything needs its opposite.
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That dialogue with the ocean I think was part accepting its immense depth and part challenging the purpose of its existence without a more humble observer. Conflicted at best! Everything does need its opposite to make sense.. absolutely agree Rosemary.
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Stunning images powerfully rendered in an adroitly organized and constructed piece. In short: Great Writing!
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Thank so much Wendy.
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Sensational, as usual, Rajani. “…know that I am the child of an imploded star…” Just beautiful as is your love affair with the indifferent, powerful ocean. Another favorite line; “… you who bed the sun and awaken time…” Perfect!
PS I have to check out Visual Verse. Those pages are gorgeous!
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Thank you! And I look forward to your take on their image Sarah… some lovely work showcased on that site.
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This is so powerful! Especially like; “I am the child of an imploded star, a burst of causal consciousness’..
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Thanks Sanaa 🙂
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I love this poem! Beautiful!
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Thanks Ayala.
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Beautiful. I especially love “I am the child of an imploded star, a casual burst of consciousness……”
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Thank you Sherry 🙂
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What an evocative poem!
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Thanks Beverly.
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Congratulations!!!
Happy Sunday
Much💖love
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Thanks Gillena.
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this was interesting and compelling. It got me thinking. and that too me is why it’s a fine poem. Great write!
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Thanks so much 🙂
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I really love how you describe the sea, it becomes an identity, a person, fed and growing by that corrupt rain. I feel it’s strength and beauty, but also a rebel ready to kill and maim
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Thanks so much Bjorn.
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The thought of swallowing “rivers of corrupt pain” made me shiver. Such powerful imagery.
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Thanks so much Magaly.
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Such a beautiful poem!!!
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Thank you Annell.
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It is easy to lose myself in your wonderful words, so easy.
Perfection!
Anna :o]
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Thanks Anna…
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I imagine a sea weed monster and got a shiver.
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🙂 Interesting thought… never imagined the ocean as a sea weed monster!!!
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Beautiful imagery in this ethereal verse.
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Thank you Mary 🙂
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A man and his Nature, eye of the celestial dragon which is the only way cosmos can see itself, two lovers ever an ocean apart.
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Beautifully put Brendan… a man with nature is often representative of man’s conflict with his own nature!
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As lovely and deep as the ocean itself, a cracking write.
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Thank you John…much appreciated.
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A beautifully written poem which gives me the impression of a god talking down to mortals
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Thanks Marja 🙂
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Once again congratulations on your publication. This world a sea and we a miniature kind on earth.
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Thank you Vandana.
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