song of the waters
quiet nearly, not quite,
there is a calming murmur,
thoughtless;
the sea in prayer
remembers with swirling soft motion.
how it moves
in seagulls and sun;
shining glimmers,
fish jumping.
the liquid heart of the earth;
the ever so. bloodline.
Wednesday, March 07, 2012
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I love this poem; there is mystery and power in the words, sounding like the sea with its interrupted rhythms, and changing patterns, sunlight, reflected. There is an undertow that draws you in.
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