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[i]Starboard, bow-perched on seaward vessel,
fixated: motions of rocking waves.
The familiar shock-chilled salt spray sting,
scents in liquid crushed shells,
glasswater and life.
Fingers clasped to air...
This is the chanced threat of falling from cliffs
that I live for, with
wild abandon.
Undulating hips, balancing ship
Matching these feminine waves.
As titian flies,
longing to dive too deep.
Skyward,
echoes of a distance that remains undefined...
I watch clouds form and gather
I see the immaculate, sun reflection star-side
atmospheric caverns spreading, oceans tide
I think of Olórin, the white and the grey
The pure and the real.
Sea sultan, beggar maid.
Two kinds of the same pride.
Slanted, cascading rain tendrils fall,
I am amazed and full of awe. Curved globe,
wild and wonderful swirls of clouds,
ribbons and memories and dust.
Every molecule longs to join the sky.
I wish utterly, to dive: wholly uncontrolled
into the deep luminous grey-green
from the height of perfect beauty.
There are no landmarks to block my view,
to block my yearning need for freedom.
Hypnotized in motion rhythms
I could jump, and swim, and be
I should jump, and live, and see!
...Lightning sparks the water's surface...
Yes!
Jump!
Now!
Freedom sought, wild writhing
Eyes glow wider, instincts flying...
Legs gracing smoothly over- interupted.
"Darlin', I'm gonna need you to put your feet
back on the boat."
So...
Damn...
Close...
Sigh.
Rain.. rain.. rain...
all the hours long
The slashing of this vessel into sea
lends no pity to the tempest raging
within body.locked mind.madness
Peel back the logic, the analysis
Feel!
what do you feel?
I...
silent, too long.
The breaking... I need.
I need to break before I can see.
This storm reminds me of this.
Of.. everything.. that I am, am not.
Not yet, will ever be.
Grey eyes meet steel ocean, storming tossed.
Encompassed by the wholly female... my
genetic need to break, and rain.
Simple need to celebrate strength
And honor, and courage, and love.
Where are you, my mithril wall?
My stone-faced ancestral cliff.
Wholly Cambrian. Welsh,
countless generations removed.
Megalodon, who are you?
I have only held your teeth.
Where are you, that I may crash into you?
The waves of my feminine cresting
would drown the lover unwilling to bleed for passion.
Fossilized obelisk,
You would have me kneel before you would have me whole.
I am terrified of myself in these fierce, frenzied states.
Gathering lusts on the shore, violently passionate.
I could easily rip apart every facade that allows me to move
soundlessly within glaring populations.
Safety built, painstakingly...
Could all come crashing down with
a rightly placed word of truth.
The wild creature within me can no longer be contained
to the musky nights alone.
Come to me - the place in between!
Verily, I must...
Burn in coral waverings
Hammer-headed
Underskin current
Mer...
Changeling.
Widow-walking,
hydra web.
Where?[/i]
fixated: motions of rocking waves.
The familiar shock-chilled salt spray sting,
scents in liquid crushed shells,
glasswater and life.
Fingers clasped to air...
This is the chanced threat of falling from cliffs
that I live for, with
wild abandon.
Undulating hips, balancing ship
Matching these feminine waves.
As titian flies,
longing to dive too deep.
Skyward,
echoes of a distance that remains undefined...
I watch clouds form and gather
I see the immaculate, sun reflection star-side
atmospheric caverns spreading, oceans tide
I think of Olórin, the white and the grey
The pure and the real.
Sea sultan, beggar maid.
Two kinds of the same pride.
Slanted, cascading rain tendrils fall,
I am amazed and full of awe. Curved globe,
wild and wonderful swirls of clouds,
ribbons and memories and dust.
Every molecule longs to join the sky.
I wish utterly, to dive: wholly uncontrolled
into the deep luminous grey-green
from the height of perfect beauty.
There are no landmarks to block my view,
to block my yearning need for freedom.
Hypnotized in motion rhythms
I could jump, and swim, and be
I should jump, and live, and see!
...Lightning sparks the water's surface...
Yes!
Jump!
Now!
Freedom sought, wild writhing
Eyes glow wider, instincts flying...
Legs gracing smoothly over- interupted.
"Darlin', I'm gonna need you to put your feet
back on the boat."
So...
Damn...
Close...
Sigh.
Rain.. rain.. rain...
all the hours long
The slashing of this vessel into sea
lends no pity to the tempest raging
within body.locked mind.madness
Peel back the logic, the analysis
Feel!
what do you feel?
I...
silent, too long.
The breaking... I need.
I need to break before I can see.
This storm reminds me of this.
Of.. everything.. that I am, am not.
Not yet, will ever be.
Grey eyes meet steel ocean, storming tossed.
Encompassed by the wholly female... my
genetic need to break, and rain.
Simple need to celebrate strength
And honor, and courage, and love.
Where are you, my mithril wall?
My stone-faced ancestral cliff.
Wholly Cambrian. Welsh,
countless generations removed.
Megalodon, who are you?
I have only held your teeth.
Where are you, that I may crash into you?
The waves of my feminine cresting
would drown the lover unwilling to bleed for passion.
Fossilized obelisk,
You would have me kneel before you would have me whole.
I am terrified of myself in these fierce, frenzied states.
Gathering lusts on the shore, violently passionate.
I could easily rip apart every facade that allows me to move
soundlessly within glaring populations.
Safety built, painstakingly...
Could all come crashing down with
a rightly placed word of truth.
The wild creature within me can no longer be contained
to the musky nights alone.
Come to me - the place in between!
Verily, I must...
Burn in coral waverings
Hammer-headed
Underskin current
Mer...
Changeling.
Widow-walking,
hydra web.
Where?[/i]
Published 1st Aug 2014
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Anonymous
1st Aug 2014 7:49pm
This is great... reminds me, in a roundabout way, of The Idea of Order at Key West... as if this is taken from the perspective of the inspiration of the poem... Do you know that work?
1st Aug 2014 7:54pm
Wallace Stevens? I'd heard of him, but never read his work. Thank you for the recommendation. This was written after two days of diving off the SC coast; I was able to watch a storm form, break, and dissipate in the course of the 3 hour trip out to the dive site. Thank you again.
Anonymous
2nd Aug 2014 00:04am
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2nd Aug 2014 3:15am
Welcome to DU!! This excellent write to start off here with. Enjoyed very much!! :)
2nd Aug 2014 12:36pm
I remember when I read this two years ago, and I still think it is a stunning piece of writing.
6th Aug 2014 1:06am
Haven't read this in a while. Still love it...still brings the Ocean to my soul. Like Anita, I well remember the night you conceived this. Glad to see you've made it over here. The Valley is dark & full of terrors, but this DU place is packed with some bona fide bad-asses. Gunslinger poets who can write anything at anytime on a moment's notice (I've seen 'em do it during my time here...witty fuckin' bunch)...so unlike you & I, right? Takes us for-goddamn-ever to write one piece! I think many folks here'll dig yer style, though ;) Welcome, Ms. Feral :)
29th Oct 2023 00:10am
There's an oceanic horror film called "Sea Fever"...have you ever seen it? I think I saw it on Hulu but it might be on Shudder by now. Totally solid film, I bring it up here because it kept reminding of this....
