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.
This is very powerful. I found myself asking so many questions by the time I reached the last line. Wow! Profound.
ReplyDeleteYou wrote that poem? It's beautiful! Very moving. Thank you so much for sharing this.
ReplyDeleteWow.
ReplyDeleteI love your blog!
air bright and wet.
ReplyDeletelove 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?
ReplyDeleteDennis loves the picture. Dennis loves orange.
ReplyDeleteI just realized I never answered Tut's comment. Yes, this poem was published, in a literary journal called "Tin Wreath" in 1990.
ReplyDeleteSee the next day's post for more info:
ReplyDeletehttp://shadowsteve.blogspot.co.uk/2008/08/painting.html