whirl …
where waters mingle -
the inky black that pulls down
swallows … enfolds …
the ballet breaks -
sun’s golden coins a-dancing,
birthing pixies to the brine
to draw the gaze with dazzled magic …
the glassy smooth that
dopplegangs a billowy azure and a
quivery, star-daubed vault …
the ruffled swells -
turning masts to pendulum poets,
ticking time as the hulls roll …
and rock … and roll …
and the foaming rage -
surf that breaks reefs to ruin
and howls at Calypso,
the salty sirens screaming at
her for just a taste of
jagged justice …
the seas roar and ebb and
sunder suns to ache
the rills run to the low to find them
and feed the confluences
water weaves and wells and works to
be the All of life -
the precious matter, miraculous
the shaper and sater and savior of
everything that actuates
yet …
the oceans, and washes, wild
and weeping heavens
in all their splendor and abundance
can not hope to accommodate
the love, sorrow, spirit, or
significance
of one single, solitary
child’s …
tear.
Copyright © Gregory Richard Barden, July 27, 2024
Categories:
confluences, analogy, children,
Form: Free verse
That river that flows downstream, downhill, down in the south and then down north again
It flows all day, all night and all of the time, endless and tireless through forest and mountains it makes its way.
It flows with the wish to meet the sea to empty itself as it confluences with it.
And as the sea takes it in, the immersion of its whole into nothing and everything, does it worry that it won’t be that river again?
That river, whose water quenched the thirst of many, would it just be a nobody now? Are these questions even relevant? It doesn’t know, but it still has to carry on.
And as the river transgresses into the sea, little by little, it grows rapidly.
It had come with a little bit but conjoined it expanded massively
True, the immersion took its course, its current and its identity, but in turn, it offered the abundance of its depths and called it it's own and made it into a sea
Categories:
confluences, blessing, creation, god, growth,
Form: Rhyme