The Ocean Never Lets Go

He walked slowly, for a god, even a minor god, but maybe he was
savouring the lights of Marine drive, strung low across the pelvis

of this throbbing city, rivalling the stars, the sea a fluid square of
denial between shimmering possibilities on an infinite graph. Is

there a word, I asked him, for when we run away from ourselves,
when everything has been left behind and yet everything is so far

ahead that it can never be reached. He watched the waves cresting
silver on the rocks. Look, he said, how the light mixes in the water,

how one wave leaves it behind for another, the ocean never lets go.
He was scampering down the rocks to scoop up the fallen light, the

night creeping up behind me, wrapping its arms around my waist,
everything is a new moon, in the sky, in the water, inside a word.

 

More poems in the “monologues with a minor god” series here.
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63 thoughts on “The Ocean Never Lets Go

  1. Well..nice to see you at your best, both in the knitting of the verse as well as the topic itself.

    I hope I was right to find the sensuality as well as myriad of other tastes. A poem for me should read like a satisfying cup of tea, even controversial ones must give me the same benefit as a well-prepared cup (and a haiku somewhat like an expresso). When I am in need of good tea it is here I come.

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  2. I love your imagination! Not to mention how beautifully you express it. And hey, what synchronicity – I just finished watching Season 1 of “American Gods”. 😀

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  3. I’m late to comment and it seems that everyone has said what I wanted to say, Rajani. I love the lines:
    ‘savouring the lights of Marine drive, strung low across the pelvis

    of this throbbing city, rivalling the stars, the sea a fluid square of
    denial between shimmering possibilities on an infinite graph’
    and
    ‘… Look, he said, how the light mixes in the water,

    how one wave leaves it behind for another, the ocean never lets go’.

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  4. This is really fine. The magnitude of place is a minor deity here – a talking pelvic chakra by the sea — and has a grand mysterium to it, even though its concerns are of a heart that cannot stay. Just fantastic weaving.

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  5. Absolutely brilliant. One of my all-time favourite of your poems – you have such a high standard, and I love so many of your pieces, but this really touches me:

    Is

    there a word, I asked him, for when we run away from ourselves,
    when everything has been left behind and yet everything is so far

    ahead that it can never be reached.

    And the analogy of the ocean is the perfect reply.

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  6. I think the word your speaker seeks is “empty”. Yet, empty is so filled with longing that it can never be what it says. “Empty” is a minor god that most have no idea they are running from, unlike your minor god who runs to embrace it. Empty is always waiting to be filled, impatient, and eager. But, you fill it with fluid sensuous imagery that is soul satisfying. Thank you,

    Elizabeth
    https://soulsmusic.wordpress.com/2018/02/14/together/

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  7. Yes! That line: “one wave leaves it behind for another, the ocean never lets go”
    So there is more than the word, so the whole image is necessary to say NO, there is no word, because you will never leave yourself behind. Only your poem is convincing! Love.

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  8. how one wave leaves it behind for another, the ocean never lets go.
    He was scampering down the rocks to scoop up the fallen light

    Playing a game of love will never miss those moments of playing hard to get! Nice to feel young again, Rajani!

    Hank

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  9. the lights of Marine drive, strung low across the pelvis
    of this throbbing city, rivalling the stars, the sea a fluid square of
    denial between shimmering possibilities on an infinite graph.

    Is there a word, I asked him, for when we run away from ourselves,
    when everything has been left behind and yet everything is so far
    ahead that it can never be reached.

    these two lines stood out for me- they are pure raw emotion and stir up such a storm in me.
    We too have written about Marine Drive. Please do check it out.
    Here’s our article- https://pavwadapepanchat.wordpress.com/2018/03/06/a-cliched-night/

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