down the lanes of persistence and sweat,
there are waves lapping at the mind’s cliff,
seeking restoration of things wild and vain,
I see with my squid eyes the promulgation
of morrows bound to my brows, lives are tarnished
by the salt of this ocean of continuity, despite
a range of cul de sacs of mediocrity,
I ache to parch my thirst through drowning,
I seek virtues in the bleeding sun touched by
paints of this allegory. I have seen tempests
and treacheries, I have witnessed moats
of luxury, and the contrasts that lie within
these stories.
the vastness doesn’t exemplify loss but transcends it
into a lonesome lore,
I can feel the brush of drops and sand coming
awash, on my face, as my limbs stretch out
to become the shore, where
sirens sing and muses muse a melancholic hymn,
a reverie is lost and found, thus becoming –
it was meant to lose itself in turquoise ripples,
for the fates of my nature and your culture
are misaligned.
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So many beautiful sea images here from ‘mind’s cliff’ to the shoring limbs to the sirens to the muse. Your canvas is vast.
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my nature and your culture… that takes it to another level of metaphor…love it.
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I am at the sea when reading your piece, I experience the tide coming in, and going out, the waves coming to shore. Did I say I enjoyed your piece? Well I did!
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Wow! And if she could speak, this ocean, who sees with squid eyes and acknowledges tries and fails? I m headed to Cape Cod where I will sit in the arms of this vast body and pray with her for a better alignment. Unforgettable images!
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Such beautiful imagery in this poem, with powerful closing lines. So lovely to see you, HA.
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Wonderful word imagery. Makes me want to savor once more.
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The ocean almost wrote itself…conjured up such beautiful images in my mind. There’s something satin about the words…images…here. Mesmerising absolutely!
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How beautifully you wrote this oceanic poem Ha. My favoirte lines were:
“I can feel the brush of drops and sand coming
awash, on my face, as my limbs stretch out
to become the shore, where sirens sing…”
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Arresting imagery, aptly used.
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It took me several reads to get into the feeling of this poem…
I especially liked —I ache to parch my thirst through drowning,
I seek virtues in the bleeding sun touched by
paints of this allegory.
and
the vastness doesn’t exemplify loss but transcends it
into a lonesome lore,….and the closing lines…beautiful!
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You have captured something magical here, HA! Well penned.
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As you paint your seascape all water, sky, clouds and sand you edge yourself into the paint. At first, just a little but eventually your psyche flies through the scene expanding its space and time. A very fine poem.
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The cul de sacs of mediocrity made me smile, but throughout there was this mix of man-made landscapes and the seascapes untarnished by human hands. A fine mix indeed.
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Powerful!
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Indeed I have seen tempests and treacheries and witnessed moats of luxury. Great wordmastery in your poem!
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This is my favorite:
“I see with my squid eyes the promulgation
of morrows”
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The images of you seascape makes me think that there are many metaphors within… the moats of luxury not the least.
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A very strong piece here;. The sea always draws me to it; for a time of negative ions & rejuvenation. Your perspective shifts here are masterful.
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Strong imagery and speaks of rejuvenation and loss in a never ending cycle ~ The ocean is vast in its greatness and lonesome lore ~ Good to see you HA ~
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“…to parch my thirst through drowning…” a wonderful turn of phrase.
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it was meant to lose itself in turquoise ripples,
for the fates of my nature and your culture
are misaligned.
Unforgettable write!!❤️
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I liked the alliteration in this phrase: “muses muse a melancholic hymn”
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It is always interesting to see a different perspective. 🙂
(I’m way behind on return visits… hope your summer is going well.)
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It is always interesting to visualise a unlike linear perspective.
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