I.
the islands
long and grey as animals
still
alive
air bright and wet
water silver as mercury
sliced by the keel
II.
stretched on the bow
hot as a mirror
you take my hand
you open your mouth to laugh
the islands laugh
for the last time
past your even white teeth
Poem from 1988 - for BDR.
Photo: Palm in Port Charlotte, Fla.
8 comments:
This is very powerful. I found myself asking so many questions by the time I reached the last line. Wow! Profound.
You wrote that poem? It's beautiful! Very moving. Thank you so much for sharing this.
Wow.
I love your blog!
air bright and wet.
love it.
ps have you heard of Swoon? I have her work on my blog today. I figured you'd know all about her.
This is a great poem. Have you published it, beyond your blog?
Dennis loves the picture. Dennis loves orange.
I just realized I never answered Tut's comment. Yes, this poem was published, in a literary journal called "Tin Wreath" in 1990.
See the next day's post for more info:
http://shadowsteve.blogspot.co.uk/2008/08/painting.html
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