Skerwink Trail, Newfoundland
I will return where
grey flannel clouds drowse
over the sheen of ocean’s facade
where sun spills sparkles
eagle tells me secrets
where the earth rises
to kiss the mist
trees bow to the Creator
where the hush un-knots my soul
I will return
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We are writing poems of 44 words, including the word “knot”.
dVerse Poets Pub – 3 p.m. EST
From the abyss, I will emerge
Stand before myself, drained and hallow
Stare at the surface, rippled and shallow
I have been here before
Facing shadows
Gasping for air
As the sun dances on waves
I have been here before
In temped waters, soft and salty
Floating on falacies
And misunderstandings
Bidding farewell
Lost meanings travel the tide
Currents are destined to ride
With freighters and greater things
But I will meet with the ocean floor
Where life begins again
One breath, arms weightless
I will become one with life’s blood
Until my hands find the rocks
And my heart finds the courage
To rise up again
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“Oh how meticulous you were
As you loved and molded me
I will assume you loved me
For who would bestow
Upon me the honour
Of such poise and grace
If they did not once taste
The salt on my lips?
Would thou grant me
This queenly perch
Where waterways meet
To extend and greet
Only to leave me
Before the ebb tide?
Or dost thou love me?”
~
Written for Lillian’s prompt for Poetics, “Chisel me a conversation”.
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I set sail without you
Into seas of rebellion
Waving white flags
At pilfering pirates
On quests for
Golden hearts
There was no good-bye
It was assumed that
You were you and
I was I
The sea swelled and took you
And I cursed not the wind
But your timing as I was
Left pining for words
Tossed and turned
Lost and churned
Into the brine
There was no good-bye
It was assumed that
You were you and
I was I
Sharing this with Open Link Night at dVerse Poets Pub, in response to Abhra’s poetic prompt, “Unintended Farewells”.
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