- Non-Erotic Poetry
- elements of being, placement
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So what if I can't read a compass
I am not lost; Here is where
I'm supposed to be.
Latitude and longitude-
mute units couldn't fathom
life love or existence
and I have no need for sextants
to lead me towards fates or futures.
No ancient mariners' maps
will absently remind
that sunken souls are wading
sleepily into immeasurable depths
of still and briny solitude.
Dawn splits sky from sea, and bottom
sand reveals its fractured beauty.
Starfish pull against the tides,
an inch towards distant,invisible suns.
- COMMENTS
KOLKOREabout 16 years agoI love getting- lost- and- being- inspired- on- the- beach- poems. Add some metaphysical musings and I am all right! thanks.
dcpoet44about 16 years agocertainly brought a smile. all is good here. again, another great title.... don
LeBrozabout 16 years agoNot stridently didactic but pleasurably exuding self-assurance and passing that feeling on to the reader; makes reading this a joy for the reader. It's like saying, "I know where I'm going and where I've been; just look at all that's possible before me!"
Angelineabout 16 years agosuch a joy to read you sis. A few little nitpicks: in the 2nd strophe (which is lovely) it's "toward" not "towards," which is a common mistake many writers make. I agree with 1201 that third strophe: "Will absently remind" isn't working. I'm not really sure what it means. Maybe something like: "No ancient mariners' maps/can tell the tale/
of sunken souls who wade/sleepy to immeasurable depths:/
the still and briny solitude." Just a thought. That last strophe is gorgeous. Love the image of dawn splitting the sky and the sea. Thanks for the read love. xo, S. Oh, PS--great title! :-D
champagne1982about 16 years agoI can see the poet who brought her garden to life for us with the froggy poems. You evoke superb and original imagery when you talk of sunrises splitting the sky and sea. <sigh> I wish I were sitting on the beach beside you.
