Patricia Cresswell Poet Free verse

From Ages Past

from ages past

near the sea
so close there is but
a seal whisker between my toes
and the grasping ripples
I ear the voices sing
they come bubbling up from deeps
farther than tomorrow
whispering in ancient tongues
from long drowned lips 
blue green with algae.

the tears of their dying eyes
those who sailed
flying across restless water
are swept away and lost
among the alto drops
but songs remain forever
beaten out against rocky cliffs
shot from the blow holes of leviathons
sifted and clicked through the claws of crabs.

passage of time has no meaning
for they are locked into their age
as inextricably as shackled prisoners
yet the songs are here, now
each surrounds me with their lives.

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Dave Armishaw October 11, 2017 at 7:01 PM I too love "among the alto drops". Nice writing, love the subject of the sea, lovely imagery.cheers. Patricia Cresswell October 11, 2017 at 8:46 PM Thank you D.

Chijioke Agbo October 11, 2017 at 2:47 AM Dear Patricia, this is a great display of creative artistry. Well done! Patricia Cresswell October 11, 2017 at 5:50 PM Thank you Chijioke and welcome to my home.

Kishan Sharma October 10, 2017 at 8:47 PM Hi Patrica very wonderful writing, Patricia Cresswell October 11, 2017 at 5:51 PM Thank you Kishan It is good of you to drop by, welcome.

Darlene De Beaulieu October 10, 2017 at 8:23 PM I have just finished reding yourn poetry andi have enjoye them all. Patricia Cresswell October 11, 2017 at 6:22 PM You have honoured me by reading my work. Thank you.

Sona Wilae October 10, 2017 at 6:40 PM Amazing..."among the alto drops." Penned elegantly! Lovely share? Patricia Cresswell October 11, 2017 at 6:12 PM Thank you for your time and kindness.

Ovidiu Bocsa October 10, 2017 at 3:13 PM A touching poetry on our feelings and responsibility.Deep imagery following sensibility and talent.Best wishes. Patricia Cresswell October 11, 2017 at 6:23 PM thank you.

Shubham Pal Chowdhury October 10, 2017 at 3:06 PM Brilliant Patricia Cresswell October 11, 2017 at 6:13 PM Thank you.

Jannie Breedt October 10, 2017 at 1:34 PM Hi Patricia, seems like youre touching deep here. All on PS is applauding. Im the jerk in front clapping the loudest Patricia Cresswell October 11, 2017 at 6:28 PM Not a jerk a good friend, thank you.

Jack Ellison October 10, 2017 at 12:31 PM Absolutely BRILLIANT dear Patricia! Impressed? Oh yah!!! More like this would be appreciated! STUNNING! Love, Jackson xxxxxx Patricia Cresswell October 11, 2017 at 6:28 PM Jack you make me blush thanks.

Lim'Rik Flats October 8, 2017 at 8:22 PM Triple Wowsa! Trying to pin down a favorite phrase or line — brain just melts into a mass of wowsas. alto drops wowsa wowsa wowsa! Patricia Cresswell October 11, 2017 at 6:31 PM Hello Mr. Bones how are you? Deserting us for warmer climes I hear. Will miss you. Thanks for commenting.

Line Gauthier October 7, 2017 at 10:15 PM Hi Patricia, wonderful powerful poem. (check line 5 again) Love it. Best wishes from Ottawa. Patricia Cresswell October 11, 2017 at 6:37 PM Hi Line thanks for commenting.

Afolabi Muideen October 7, 2017 at 3:36 PM Excellently penned. Thanks for shading. Patricia Cresswell October 11, 2017 at 6:40 PM You are most welcome. Thank you for your comment.

Thvia Shetley October 7, 2017 at 2:26 PM The sea captures secrets and prisoners in its body of tumultuous emotion. Nicely written x Patricia Cresswell October 11, 2017 at 6:42 PM The sea to me is unending and inscrutable. I keep trying to uncover its secrets but there are just more. Thank you Thvia

Becca Teagan October 7, 2017 at 8:39 AM Wow, this is some awesome writing, I love your descriptions! "but a seal whisker between my toes" :) Very creative poem you've written, Patricia! Patricia Cresswell October 11, 2017 at 6:33 PM Seal whiskers tickle. Thank you for commenting.

Russell Sivey October 7, 2017 at 6:37 AM I am impessed by your depth of writing, especially within this huge write my friend! I especially loved the lines, "shot from the blow holes of leviathons/sifted and clicked through the claws of crabs," such grand lines they are! What a powerful poem Patricia, Great Work!! Patricia Cresswell October 11, 2017 at 5:01 PM Thank you Russell and hello Emma. Take care my dears.

Darren White October 7, 2017 at 3:30 AM Oh boy Patricia, this is a GREAT poem. I meditate, and contemplate, and am immersing myself in something new for me, that touches on your poem. I'm impressed. Patricia Cresswell October 11, 2017 at 5:00 PM Hi Darren how are you? thanks for your interesting comment you have piqued my curiosity about your meditation.