Witness of your mother, who stumbled through her
pyrite paths, you raised yourself
At the zealous brink of her chemical haze
Before you were five
the water swallowed you up
They fished you out
pumped feral oxygen
through you
Disease wove a second time
around the smoke they smeared over your
hardened lungs
You, grown, now had
the last sweetened brush of
infant palms, curve of a smile
from a little life you thought you would raise
passed to new arms
With the pacific
still trapped in the twirls of your eyes,
veiling a tidal wrath
every titan still imprisoned
below the sea
not a drop trails out.
You then decided
air was not
what fueled you.
perhaps water
was a better constant, to
breathe something in which
others merely taste.
Comments
very exciting
not to talk about an epigram, which this entire piece conglomerates, great job
Whitetea
I loved this write as it portrays the pure feelings of someone for another, I see the sea and have seen it when it is angry, we can only know that the love we have given is that of a Mother for her child.
Take care and know we think of you, Yours Ian
poet
this work is intricate and beautiful
a depth of feeling and vision perspective
that is always in your poetry and writes
i always take in a breath when reading
the poems you create
there are vivid and subtle scenes that
are just powerful
in works and in the world
it is a very emotive peice
I am glad i got to use another machine
to get on today and read through
and find this....
you always make me think beyond
words...I think for some its a gift...
Thank You Whitetea..
Oh what a lovely gift Esker left for thee
It's too late now to thank him
as somewhere he must be soaring
in the wilderness of time
near eternity
at times I often feel
we must attend to chores instantly
but then time tells us
silently
wait and see
may it not yet be really
timely
But alas none know
what is in store
beyond a wink
and just no more
Good poem, whitetea. I'd only
Good poem, whitetea. I'd only shorten up some lines, as at times it seems too wordy. I love the central idea, it's tender and makes one go into a reverie about the elements, life and love.