Moon or Sea
within the crest lies my devotion
to the endless tuggings of that tidal ocean;
though revelations roll
they’ll drown our grim atolls
and somewhere in the repetition
we’ll dance the curves of our transition—
There comes a time that even stumps get tired
of the rot even time could not wrought
and the silence, dawning to the dusking gasp
just one touch, one hard-backed proof
too far, and yet, the only life
repetition drowns—necessity tragedy cannot realize.
Picture by and copywrite Rosa Frei.
Sucking at the grains,
the eyes, weather-beaten portals
portray, in absolution,
the sifting sands in hourglass
like B-52 roar, the revelation
of dry ocean repetition,
the ships always setting sail never
finding anything but mirage—
blistered empty wounds
singing long after they have sung,
these eyes, these hands left
to cover blood and beauty.
* My submission to this week’s edition of the One Shoot Sunday Photo Prompt, with this moving bit of portraiture care of Rosa Frei. Check out my interview with her, and join in the poetry fun!
Starting off the week right, with a little haiku for you all. Hope you enjoy:
Raking out the death
bares green, reaching light of life–
This is also being put out there for the Monday Poetry Potluck, as hosted by those lovely poets Amanda and Kavita!
Hunched shoulders to the
Sun of my iniquity,
The voiceless being cries “arise!”
And my back bows
Like a farmer to his plow
Repetition of identified
Annihilation of character
Gradually weans the child-mind
To thoughts of nonexistence—
Sometimes I think I’m going insane,
Then I wake
And do it all again.
* My latest contribution to the wonderful One Shot Poetry Wednesdays! Once you’ve had a look, check out some of the other One Shot Poets as well– they’re a skilled bunch of poets, looking to form a community and support one another. Enjoy!
Dragging destitute through dirty drives,
The ice has broken through
And the hole is widening
As the whole is dividing
This trek, all too familiar
Along this arctic road
Is better left to
Colder men than I.
Everything is cracking
At the seams—
Deep diving through the murk.
Heavy breaths hang
A crystallized admission
But no matter the passing
These burdens never lighten.
My latest contribution to the wonderful One Shot Poetry Wednesdays! Once you’ve had a look, check out some of the other One Shot Poets as well– they’re a skilled bunch of poets, looking to form a community and support one another. Enjoy!