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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.
memores held
ReplyDeleteby the sea
by the sky
blown on the wind
to touch our souls
to remind
to rebuild
yesterdays dreams
today
On the Edge
ReplyDeleteLike 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
Crossroads
ReplyDeleteJoy,
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.