Sunday 15 August 2010

Memories Will Return


Last night Muse tapped me again to put down [on paper at first] this poem. Once again this has a slightly different feel to those that have been appearing - what do you think?





Memories Will Return - 15 Aug 10

Sunrise in a forgotten land
Memories
Gather in the glow
Fleeting like the clouds
Flying from the dawn

On the shore
My thoughts exist
Captured
Captive
By the thoughts
Of you

I can see the sands
Where we played
And watched the sea
Touched the sea
Became the sea

Touch me
And you will feel the dawn
Taste the air
Touch the sand
With your toes
And remember





In many ways this harks back to the love poems I wrote about the sand and sea and...

When this was complete, Muse again prompted me to write and a new poem was birthed, that one will appear here on Muse on the morrow.
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3 comments:

  1. Luna16 August 2010 at 01:35

    memores held
    by the sea
    by the sky
    blown on the wind
    to touch our souls
    to remind
    to rebuild
    yesterdays dreams
    today

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  2. Big Sur Blogisphere18 August 2010 at 16:23

    On the Edge


    Like sand on the beach,
    I await the tidal flow of your love.
    Still, prone, stretched,
    In the wind and sun,
    I am quiet, pensive, and yet available.
    I know that soon your frothy coldness
    Will wash over me again,
    To inundate me,
    To suck at me,
    To bubble and gurgle around me.
    In your ebb and flow
    My grains collide and separate.
    Only the sandpipers will witness this.
    But they will be too busy,
    Probing my fringes for dinner,
    To notice our passion.
    I love the way
    Your waves smash me,
    And rearrange me,
    And clean me,
    And throw interesting treasures
    Of wood, shell, and feather
    Upon my nakedness.
    This is the jewelry
    With which you have adorned me
    For countless aeons.
    Twice a day since always,
    We have met like this
    And never have our meetings
    Been repetitious.
    Lovers must walk this place,
    And so too, philosophers, poets
    And people with wounds.
    Children, surfers, and dog lovers
    Walk and run here, too,
    All of them,
    Healed in one way or another
    In our meeting,
    Our passion,
    Our freshness.

    Tiger tigerwindwalker.com

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  3. Big Sur Blogisphere18 August 2010 at 17:53

    Crossroads


    Joy,
    Effusive feeling,
    Heart pumping,
    And I’m jumping,
    Jumping overboard.
    Abandoning ship,
    I leap into the frothy wake
    Of a watery domain.
    No alarm is given
    And the ship moves on.
    As the sea quiets itself,
    Dolphins suddenly appear.
    They move in close
    To cavort at my sides.
    Slapping their tails,
    They wheel about
    And stare at me
    With absolute recognition.
    I am overwhelmed
    By, yet, another wave of joy.
    The heralds of my destiny
    Have arrived.
    They have come
    To escort me to an island,
    Terra Nueva,
    A new place of being.
    There are no maps
    To show the way,
    Only ancient memory and knowingness.
    The dolphins are my brothers and sisters
    Peers of the human race
    Yet, they never built a civilization.
    They never made anything.
    No libraries,
    No penitentiaries,
    No monuments to fallen heroes.
    No big investments for the future.
    No applications for meaningless jobs.
    They didn’t make money
    And they never went bankrupt.
    They never made war
    And annihilate whole races.
    But what is the secret
    Between our race and theirs?
    Why did they reject the land
    And return to the sea?
    Why did they diverge
    From our path?
    From the need to conquer
    And control?

    Perhaps they didn’t want to pay
    The price we will.

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