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“You try to be faithful
And sometimes you're cruel.
You are mine. Then, you leave.
Without you, I can't cope."
Rumi
in the kingdom of love,
nothing is simple,
not even musings,
so tell me:
in your annoyance
do you still think of me
or am i just another
common cliché
in Rumi's philosophies
for cosmic connections,
must we be a
contradiction of circumstance
when our story has been sung
beyond the reach of stars,
so despite the dystopian demons,
i keep hope in the invisible
golden harp strings,
yet to compose our swansong
oh mistress of medusa
in splitting seasons,
when serpents spit venom,
your British horizon soul,
coupled with your
climate change heart,
procreate porcelain patience,
where rhythms of rage
lead to breathless silence,
but i never forget you
it can be tiresome
battling against
ebony lashes from
metaphorical daggers
when vertigo eyes
hunt for their prey
and i wonder if i
was at shooting distance
would you pull the
trigger to rip my
heart like shredding
secretive documents
but despite bonfire breaths,
my samurai spirit has
become immune to
momentary flames,
adopting a mermaid mind,
finding sanctuary in
deep waters until
the last ember dies,
as at the end of each storm,
when rainbows reappear,
i resurface upon your
ivory shores,
for what am i,
but a sea urchin and
you the empress of the sea,
so each time you are cruel,
i wait for the return of
tender gestures,
as i know it is your
veil of vulnerability
you hide from the world,
but in the intricacies of conflict,
i am still the moonlight
glowing upon your ripples,
as i know the code to
your handcrafted heart,
floating in wandering waves,
as you still ignite intimate spiritual
sparks of soothing sensuality,
so never abandon me - forever
in the imperfections of love,
in my abundance of flaws
i know you adore me
internally and externally,
for we are refuge and
safe haven for the broken,
like a masterpiece of
alliterative adjectives
glowing like gems
in topaz textures upon
mookaite mosaics
I know I'm no
Leonardo Di Caprio,
I've never been as
romantic as Romeo,
so love me for
what I am today,
I am not your past
of wasted sunsets,
so ascend with me like
tomorrow's sunrise
“Would you learn the secret of the sea? Only those who brave its dangers, comprehend its mystery!” – Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Turquoise splendor
Soothing, so tender
Sprays of salty liquid
Painting my senses
In thrills and serenity
Cobalt whispering
Through silence
Caressing the spirit
With gentleness
Sighs of contentment
Sapphire brilliance
Risking the winds
Dancing with intimacy
Like a kiss against naked skin
Electrifying as the falling star
Azure laughing
Singing to the night
Rousing the heart
To feelings so alive
They breathe past all hurt
Cerulean praises
Rushing toward a full moon
Alone on the waves
Riding swells of breakers
Leaning into prayers for courage
Indigo longings
Beckon for the memories
Of moments spent on waves
Surfs of light and sound
Shadowed by the seas calling
Ashy flow of mermaid abode
Rising on the sand
With shells molding prints
Visions of promises spent
On seas of melancholy
This ocean of loneliness
Embraces my quiet thoughts
With mists of kindness
Penetrating my yearning soul
Racing to bring me solace
Writing Prompt, Oceans or Seas - Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Constance La France
August 19, 2021
You trail the parkway with your grace
Lusciousness of weeping willows
Gentle breeze with sways and billows
Surreal beyond commonplace
Lavish greens beckon and entice
With promises of paradise
You reach out in a strong embrace
Seductive alluring sultry
Hypnotic brush of artistry
Much how a mermaid would enlace
Take our breath away with her charm
So coyly beguile and disarm
And to reverie you give chase
Somersetting and minuetting
in this most idyllic setting
You trail the parkway with your grace
Surreal beyond the commonplace
You reach out in a strong embrace
Much how a mermaid would enlace
And to reverie you give chase
AP: 3rd place 2020
Submitted on June 15, 2018 for contest NEW CONSTANZA sponsored by EMILE PINET - RANKED 4TH
A friend of mine, asked me to sculpt a 40'' high mermaid,
for her home. When she sent me a description of what
She should look like, I first wrote this.
To the lady of the Sea
I come at night to hear her sing
There is nothing I can hide
She seems to know most everything
Can she see into my soul
And feel the feelings dwelling there
When she takes me by my hand
And I touch her sparkling hair
With lips so soft and wet
And eyes of sea foam green
Is she love from high above
Or a temping evil fiend
She leads me from a rocky shoal
As we slip beneath the waves
It'st true, that I will never know
I gave life, to be her slave.
Last night we were watching “Hook”
Neither of us has read the book.
We suddenly get to mermaid scene
Hubby sits up suddenly quite keen.
Gosh yes I fancy that, for me,
That’s a dish I would like to see.
What is it my dear? I ask so sweet
If its fish you want, I can’t compete.
He looked at me in some dismay
What do you mean my dear, I pray?
I thought it was fish you wanted my dear
But I have not any, I have something near.
Fish fingers we have in store a plenty
Would you like some , I do have twenty
What are you talking about love of my life?
I fancy that mermaid for my wife.
Well my love I cannot stop you
But I bet she doesn’t taste like you want her too
What do you mean? He asks as he shakes his head
Have you been on the drink that is red?
My love I do not understand
This is a chardonnay in my hand
It is white, it is not red
Oh thanks be for that, let’s go to bed.
I do not know from where
the cloud came -- a chilling
din voice, knowing each name
a phantasmagoric display
the cheerful crew
succumbing to primal sprite
the day, soon a blaze, of stormy
thickening night
(darkened every Sun's ray --
no quaking mind's sense could
such own kept fear allay) --
Evil does not immediately convey
project foul intention of sudoriferous
source --
the ship well on its ill fated course
I could not stop her arrant
gleam. Recalling too vividly
my haunting dream~ such hideous
myth, ancient mariners all knew
the faint heart of man always prays
not true --
with horrid motion increased her
terrifying scream, the mermaid, whatever!
absent a glimmer of Christian remorse --
sinfully dank and irredeemably lost continued
to press into each fevered forehead~
hell's UN-holy, searing Cross --
apparition who never held light within,
no vestige of love from first fall
her begin;
unseen were it not for our
own screens of fright, unheard were it not
for her victims own blight -- one's own dreadful projections
spawning her relentless demon-dance, the Siren's maddening
ball,
I, alone, of our dozens
survived
that damning Sea-harlot's
soul harvesting squall --
I woke up to the soft
marigold melodies
of whistling waves,
reverberating in
turquoise tunes,
stirring the sleeping
sunrise within my soul,
while the hermit crabs,
soaked in salty sand,
creep along the ivory
shores at a slow pace,
too eager to find a
faulty ray from my
honeyed horizon.
Yet I refused to allow
the crawling crustaceans
to obscure the serene scenes
unfolding in shades
of teal zeal beneath
azure spheres,
for I am the
metaphorical mermaid,
weaving aquatic anthems,
awaiting the crystalline
calling from the warm
arms of an oceanic heart.
I remember walking
on colorful clouds,
tiptoeing my way to
the psychedelic gates
of seraphic realms,
oblivious to the
hibiscus haven thriving
in tropical fruitfulness.
Perhaps the flavors
of twilight cocktails
were blended with
trippy ingredients,
untying ribboned skies
to unveil a
kaleidoscopic staircase
to untouched bliss,
where no breathing
footprints can blemish
the pearlescent purity
of an exotic paradise.
There, in the rhyme-less
roots of palm trees,
you’ll find my inked dreams,
kissing the cinnamon sun,
unfurling herbs of
seasoned sanguinity,
a singing siesta
soothing ruffled crests
rippling with topaz tranquility
along celestial currents.
This is me turning perfumed
pages of my grounded reality;
a picturesque painting
sketched in the
amethyst arena of
my sixth chakra,
and I will forever remain
in this island of romanticism,
collecting conch shells,
writing poetry with
evergreen stems,
and floating weed,
a lyrical hideaway,
without scarred flowers
envious of the sapphires
I knit in ceremonial silence.
If tomorrow, there is
no sailing catamaran
to steer your lusterless shadows,
here upon porcelain dunes,
forgive my need to
strive in sweet seclusion,
I am no longer strayed
on ruthless routes that
lack emerald empathy
and camellia compassion.
Baby Faerie knew that mermaids were real.
She was pulled to the water with a keen sort of “feel”.
She glanced down deep and liked what she saw.
It was a baby mermaid, so dippy daw daw!
Baby Mermaid had heard that faeries were fake.
She was pulled to the channel of this inner lake.
She spied a baby faerie, and she knew they were real.
Guided here by her inner spiritual “feel”.
They giggled at each other, delighted at what they had found.
Shh! They shushed each other, in case others were around.
Like dogs and cats, babies and toddlers can feel a spiritual being.
They smiled at each other, liking their secret, their mystical seeing.
Buying a car
I have read and published some of my old poems
what I write these days is more about the everyday
Gone has the mermaid in the forest´s lake.
Sheep endlessly grazing and calling their shepherd
at the first darkening of the sky.
The sheep have lived in peace so long and fear
shadows dancing among olive trees.
The animals graze inside a fenced-in field for security
And for this, they have forsaken freedom.
I´m nonchalant, my dog too takes on the mien of indifference.
She has gone, but I keep her bones in a black bag
when driving around.
On roads covered by asphalt and decaying flowers on sidewalks.
Someday I will write a book of my deleted poems that are forever
circling in my mind.
Perhaps I gave away my best work to the cold stars.
Since you wonder about the title, yes, I bought the twenty-year-old car
It purrs like Walter´s cat.
If i was a mermaid I would frolic
on the white crested waves
appearing from the shore comic
then plunging down to the caves
Sunbathe on the warm rocks
diving down out of sight
so as not to give any shocks
nor frighten humans into flight
My voice so golden entices
if they follow a watery grave
will keep them in its clutches
until they are now enslave
Beauty of the oceans wide
pearl necklace I do wear
shells and seaweed applied
I don my translucent nightwear
As I travel the oceans like a flash
yet another heart or three i captor
although they struggle and thrash
I place them safe in my ardor
So warn your men least they stray
to wear a blindfold and mufflers
and to walk only on the causeway
only thus can they avoid my amors