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Searching my heart for its true sorrow,
This is the thing I find to be:
That  I am weary of  words and people,
Sick of the city,  wanting the sea.

Imagine,  if  you will,  that I  am speaking to you in a language you understand.  Hear me in the waves lapping upon the shore.  Hold a seashell to your ear ~ close your eyes and listen for I will be there.  I am all water on this Earth.  You call me many names ~ oceans,  seas,  rivers and lakes;  ponds and streams and brooks.  The name matters not,  all water ~ even rain…   even ice ~ is me.  I  run through your body and the bodies of  all creatures and growing things.  I am everywhere there is life.

Wanting the sticky,  salty sweetness
Of   the strong wind and shattered spray;
Wanting the loud sound and the soft sound
Of  the big surf  that breaks all day.

You ask how can this be?  That I am everywhere…   the depth and breadth of  my mighty oceans is greater than you can imagine.  The wind assists me in my travels.  The moon carries me back and forth upon the shores.  The force you call gravity draws the rain from the clouds back to my breast.  The rivers run to me ~ their divine being.   I am a force above all others.  I can be gentle and life-giving or I can be cruel and terrifying.  I am.

Always  I climbed the wave at morning,
Shook the sand  from my shoes at night,
That now am caught beneath great buildings,
Stricken with noise,  confused with light.

As I run through you,  so I call to you.  Atop the highest mountain,  amid the driest desert,  in the heat or in the cold,  in the dark of  night or light of  day ~ always I call to you.  Your need for me is deep within the race-memories of  your cells.  I was here for millions of  years before life was formed in the dark of  my belly.  Tiny amoebas,  bacteria,  algae,  plants,  fish,  reptiles.  Eventually some bored of  me and crawled out upon the land and breathed the air and forgot where they were birthed.  But,  always,  I remain a part of  you.

If  I could see the weedy mussels
Crusting the wrecked and rotting hulls,
Hear once again the hungry crying
Overhead,  of  the wheeling gulls.

You cannot live without me.  Nothing can live without me.  I do not say this pridefully,  it is simply fact.  Whether you are a creature of  the land,  the sea or the air;  you must have water to survive.  And I must have you to feel complete.  Though there are innumerable differences between us,  there are also molecules that we share.  You may think I do not live but how can you say I am not alive when every living being is made in part by the mystical,  magical molecules that form me?  Life came from within me no matter what your form.  Call it what you will ~ science,  creation,  magic  or miracle.

I should be happy, — that was happy
All day long on the coast of  Maine!
I have a need to hold and handle
Shells and anchors and ships again!

I shall tell you what I think then you decide…  I remain a part of  you.  I call to your very soul from every tide…  every wave…  every drop of  rain.  Because we all have the divine spark within us that connects us throughout time and space.  I gave birth to you and gifted you with a part of  me.  We cannot escape one another.  I do not wish to part from you and I don’t believe you wish to part from me.  We are.  And we are blessed.

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“Oceans”   Pearl Jam

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the form  { i hope } is a type of  prose-poetry,  interspersing the poetry of  Edna St. Vincent Millay  through my prose,  or story-telling.  many thanks to Anna Montgomery for her  prompt at dVerse ~ Poets Pub.  i also wish to thank  Julie  at  We Write Poems  for her prompt  to write a  persona poem,  from the point of  view of  someone or something other than myself.

i used some,  but not all,  of  Edna St. Vincents’  poem  “Exiled”  which you can read in its entirety HERE.  there is also a bio  HERE.

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image ~  “Rime of  the sea”   TempestasRex on deviantART
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originally posted  5 October 2012

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Meeting the Bar: Postmodern (Prose)    at    dVerse ~ Poets Pub
prompt:    write a prose-poem or incorporate passages of  prose into your poem


thank you,  Anna!

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Prompt #126 Your Masquerade Party   at    We Write Poems

prompt:   write a persona poem,  also called mask poems.  { they are written from a perspective other than one’s own.  Whether it’s a friend,  enemy,  relative,  pet,  inanimate object,  historical figure or someone completely fictionalized,  think and write as if  you were the other character,  bringing them to life and capturing their world.  Wearing their  “costume”  gives you permission to step out of  your comfort zone and change your style,  tone and perspective. }

thank you,  Julie!

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SPARK 16 by Ainsley Allmark and dani harris

SPARK 16

Ainsley Allmark

Blackbird

Inspiration piece

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blackbirds

by dani harris

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sun low on the English horizon
silhouetted in a tree
blackbird calling to his Love

here i am,  my Love
waiting patiently
here i am,  my Love
please,  come to me

i hold my breath
to better hear his song
blackbird calling to his Love

here i am,  my Love
and here i will be
here i am,  my Love
until you come to me

i close my eyes…
hear a soft beating of  wings
blackbird calling to her Love

here i am,  my  Beloved
and here i will stay
by your side,  my Beloved
until my very last day

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by dani harris
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Inspiration piece
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not the light of the sun
nor the dark of the moon
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not the flicker of the stars
nor the tail of a comet
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not the tides of the sea
nor the petals of a flower
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nothing in all the galaxies
can compare to our love
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you are mine
i am yours
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we are complete
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SPARK 16

Ainsley Allmark

Love

Response piece

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this post is to mark the entry of  the collaboration between  Ainsley Allmark   and  i  into   SPARK 16.

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we hope you enjoyed reading this as much as we enjoyed writing and working with the photographs.

see Ainsley’s photographs and poetry at    Dolphin Muse,    Dolphin Visions,    Ainsley’s DolphinDancer twitpic photostream    or  click on any of  the Dolphin links at the bottom of  this page.

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see Ainsley and my entries into
SPARK 15   HERE   and   HERE
SPARK 14   HERE   and   HERE
SPARK 13   HERE   and   HERE
SPARK 12   HERE   and   HERE
SPARK 11   HERE   and   HERE

see my additional entries into
SPARK 10  HERE   and   HERE
SPARK 9    HERE   and   HERE

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originally posted  21 November 2012

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“Blackbird”    The Beatles

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· ১ · as quiet as a summer cloud · ৎ ·

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i  stand quite still
uncertain
a silent fog
in need of  a mountain
to wrap  ’round
lost in circumspection

 

i  wander reluctantly
unable to decide…
which direction should  i go?

a summer cloud
quietly drifting
across the ocean

 

i  rush forward blindly,
bravely,  into the future
a thunderstorm
loudly proclaiming  “i am here”
casting lightning bolts
by which to see

at last in motion

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this recording is from 2000 ~ i feel Mitchell’s voice is much richer~

“Both Sides Now”    Joni Mitchell

artwork ~   “Antibes, The Pink Cloud”   Paul Signac
{  public domain }

i  wish to thank my friend and  fellow poet,  Ainsley Allmark,  for his assistance with this poem.  his suggestions made all the difference in the  final version.  you can  find his poetry and photography at  Dolphin Muse  and  Dolphin Visions  or any of  the other Dolphin links in the blogroll at the bottom of  the page.

i am participating in ~

Prompt No. 5:  Fog;   Form:  Elegy;   Device: Metaphor
and Part of  Prompt No. 10:   Future
for   Writing 201:   Poetry!
Blogging University   Presented by
The Daily Post
on WordPress.com

i  used  fog as a metaphor in the  first verse,  hopefully used metaphors in all three verses,  and mentioned the  future in the  final verse.  i did not attempt the elegy as i have  found that if  i am not inspired by a  “form”  the harder  i try to achieve it,  the worse my poem becomes.  i am still behind with prompts and devices,  as well.  if  i am able to manage any of  the  forms,  i will do so,  but that is not my strength.  though  Writing 201:   Poetry!   has officially ended,  i  am going to  finish what i can.

this is my submission to  ~

Open Link Night — Celebrating Poetry!!!    at    dVerse ~ Poets Pub
submit a new or old poem


thank you,  Brian & Claudia for all you’ve done!

Poetry Pantry #241    at    Poets United
submit a new or old poem

thank you,  Mary

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·ƨ·Ƨ· summer nights ·Ƨ·ƨ·

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the blush of  pink

softly

washes o’er the garden

as the summer sun is

{{{whispering}}}

her goodbye

and

the night

arrives

late bringing

the moon with

a sprinkling of  stars

finally

wrapping

its arms

gently

across the lands and seas

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Beethoven’s   “Moonlight Sonata” 

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originally posted  27 June 2011

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artwork  ~  “Flowers”  Eugene Delacroix
{  public domain }

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·ਙ· •ਲ• · imperfect offering · •ਲ• ·ਫ·

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 i  give  you  this
my  imperfect  offering
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all  that  i  have  to  give
~  my  self  ~

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“Anthem”   Leonard Cohen

artwork ~    “Blue on Tin”    Olga Rozanova
{  public domain }

originally posted  1 December 2013

“Anthem”   Leonard Cohen

lyrics ~

The birds they sang
at the break of day
Start again
I heard them say
Don’t dwell on what
has passed away
or what is yet to be.
Yeah the wars
they will be fought again
The holy dove
She will be caught again
bought and sold
and bought again
the dove is never free.

Ring the bells that still can ring
Forget your perfect offering
There is a crack in everything
That’s how the light gets in.

We asked for signs
the signs were sent:
the birth betrayed
the marriage spent
Yeah the widowhood
of every government —
signs for all to see.

I can’t run no more
with that lawless crowd
While the killers in high places
say their prayers out loud
But they’ve summoned, they’ve summoned up
a thundercloud
They’re gonna hear from me.

Ring the bells that still can ring …

You can add up the parts
you won’t have the sum
You can strike up the march
there is no drum
Every heart, every heart
to love will come
but like a refugee.

Ring the bells that still can ring
Forget your perfect offering
There is a crack, a crack in everything
That’s how the light gets in.

Ring the bells that still can ring
Forget your perfect offering
There is a crack, a crack in everything
That’s how the light gets in.
That’s how the light gets in.
That’s how the light gets in.

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