the shimmered gaze
had drowned to dim
once deep, the ways
one yearned to swim
lost now, love’s words
he’d dreamed to kiss
those lips ne’er heard
from death’s … abyss.
Copyright © Gregory Richard Barden, July 7, 2023
"Fathoms Deeper"
What are these strange creatures?
They swim in skins
not their own
calling us
into them
they amuse us
we are fathoms deeper
they
are a long way
from Home
(LadyLabyrinth / 2022)
Swimming with orca in New Zealand, 2/3/2016.
https://youtu.be/JQ3mDXF3bcE
July, 2022. Gold Coast, Queensland, Australia.
Orcas.
Billy Bain, Facebook
https://www.facebook.com/865795424/videos/pcb.10166246143865425/1057112558247174
https://www.fisheries.noaa.gov/species/killer-whale
https://www.livescience.com/27431-orcas-killer-whales.html
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Orca
familiar hands linger on my skin; you’re gone; this is a fathom’s~
touch
I see light darkness runs away
I see dirt and yet it's really clear
I hear noises it's quiet still
Fathoms are sincere they are real
10/12/20
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2020
Prose on one side, verse the other
—distance in between
The bridge has burnt, the Muse now two,
each seeing only green
The breaths that flow are then contained,
no synergy allowed
The fathoms deep between their words
—whose river both endows
(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2017)
Fathom, I the stars shine;
Reaching high;
My optics visions cry;
Where are you brother suicide
Mothers why won't you cry;
Daughters go back home;
Sons why do you deny;
Papa yet you rome;
Reaching high;
My optics visions cry;
Moon beams surround the skies;
Angels and demons battle;
Christians and sinners say what's the matter;
The animals cry among themselves Jesus is coming;
He's parted the first heavens;
While humans follow the calling of the Antichrist;
He so natural, seems so nice;
Fathom the stars cry;
Moonbeams drop, children run and hide;
Bloods flowing down the streets;
Reaching high;
Fathom, I the stars shine;
Cries the plight of humanity
6/8/19
I landed on the bottom of the deepest lake on earth
My will to live had escaped me
Eyes wide shut, tho my spirit remained
Confused in death, much as in life
Green specs of membrous memories floated under my eyelids
Happy thoughts- skipping flat, smooth, dolomite discs
Into Lake Superior, screaming "watch me, watch me"
To mom & dad vigilant on the picnic bench above me
Nodding their heads
Eliciting roars of approval at 7-8-9 skips
Before losing speed, distance and the will to go on
Letting go, travelling to some distant universe
Where another can hold such wonder in their hands
Where another
Can hold such wonder
In their hands
11/29/18
Poetry is a body of water,
With the title being its' surface;
The context deep or shallow.
It's as far in the water,
One chooses to go...
Poetry is a body of water,
With the title being its' surface;
The context deep or shallow.
It's as far in the water,
One chooses to go...
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Inspired by a good friend of mine.
Conor Jordan's artistic eye and
Spoken knowledge helped me greatly.
His wisdom speaks oceans.
Our first collaboration of many...
There’s wisdom to be found,
In the depths of a poem.
If we choose to submerge our mind.
We hope you enjoy! Thank you
Splen'drous verse in silent tongue-
The arias of the night,
Their strains a'sail 'pon saddened seas
In dulcet tones of yearning
To this lonely dance some comfort bring...
For what fathoms boasts the myst'ried Deep
That Love has not the greater?
What fragrance speaks Spring's choicest bloom
That Longing's not the more?