Countless thoughts
I’ve had before
Landlocked by
Frigid prairies
Musing on
Ocean power
Reveling in
Metaphors and analogies
Now, here I sit
At water’s edge
Mindless, thoughtless
Narration absent
Constant stream
Of chattering noise
Stilled, calm
Copper caustics
Undulate across
Porphyry ribbons
Nightly performance
Ramping up, a
Manta ray
Leaping skyward
For food or
Maybe just
Joyful
I am alone
Though under
The watchful eye
Of tias and abuelas
Who comment on
Studious efforts
Constantly reading
Desperate to
Catch up
So I can breathe
I forgot how
(To breathe)
Luckily, Ocean is
An excellent
Teacher
When crimson is
A trite word
And sunsets
Become banal
That is when
World ends
Until then
I will squeal
Hop and dash
Away from
Tiny crustaceans
Giving me the
Side eye
Scuttling across
Glass granules
Most assuredly
I am in
The fucking
Way of
Serious crab
Business
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Aspen Marie
In love with life and all of its foibles.
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The Salt in her Voice
The myth says mermaids sing to lure sailors to their death. But why? The ocean is huge. Only 5 percent has been discovered by man. Why would a creature of the sea with that much space to roam ever care about the fate of men on ships? The answer, as it turns out, is not a simple one at all. The truth about the myth is older than the tides. Long ago before the first ship ever cut across the surface, the sea made a pact with the sky. The sky would take the souls of the drowned. Anyone who died in storms or any quiet accidents of the deep would have their soul lifted upward to the Heavens while the bodies would remain below, feeding the oceans endless hunger. The greedy sea however wanted more souls than the sky would claim. So it created mermaids. It gave them beautiful voices woven from currents and moonlight. It commanded them to sing. "Bring forth the ones who float where they should sink." it instructed them. So they did. They never killed out of malice but out of obligation. They sung to summon, not to seduce. A mermaid's voice could loosen the tether between the body and soul, making any man step willingly into the water. The sea would take the body and the sky would take the soul. Balance maintained.
By Sara Wilson4 days ago in Fiction
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There is a calming effect that comes from the sounds of the ocean that is unlike anything else. Lovely poem.
Ocean reminded me of something I saw on Facebook: "I'm a sea of emotion. I'm an emocean" Or something along those lines. But it was so brilliant! Just like your poem!
Love this