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Richy
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since 2003-05-03

Posts 3050

0 posted 2011-04-03 06:50 AM

The surf was cold
this morning,
as she joined me for a walk
outside her front door.

She was wearing a green
turtleneck
that brought out the eyes
of her storm
to keep the brisk
at bay
and a white cap,
just because.

A half frozen
furry family
floating
on their backs
enjoyed a good roe
as they cracked
spiny animals with rocks,
which they often get
sudden urchins
to do so.

The otter pop
melting,
as the sun
slowly
began to rise.

A drunk crustacean
walked home
sideways
from the sand bar
with his cousin
the stone crab,
who was high
on seaweed.

They had just got off work
from the plant
that had a sign that read,
Kelp Needed,
where a lot of sardines
had just lost their jobs.

They got canned.

An orange roughy
with a mullet
almost picked a fight with them
just for the halibut,
but they got scared off
as a shark swam by
with a license to krill.

A mollusk showed off his
mussels
to another bivalve
who hid behind
her pearlescent shell.

I think she just wanted
to be left abalone.

A squid was tattooing a tuna fish
who was having a jelly fish
sandwich for lunch
until he ran out
of ink.

As a couple of octopi
swam on by, holding
hands, hands, hands, hands, hands, hands, hands, hands.

I didn’t see you
this morning
on my morning walkabout
as I lumbered past the boardwalk
on my march into April,
the waters washing my feet
of their trespasses
along the same foot path
that I’ve taken
a thousand times
with my arm around
the wind.

It’s not that I expected to
sea you there,
I never do
but I do it anyway, as this place
reminds me
of special things
and special feelings
and plus,
the world has a way
of transferring feelings
through its own heart
into another part of
its body
so that others
can know;
just know.

She can take the rain
we weap
and use it
to make a flower grow
right next to where
you’ll break down
on the highway.

Or she can take the sighs we
exhale
and blow gently on a flock
of birds
to make your hair
tickle your face
and bring goose bumps
to your neck.

And, she can take the baking
sultriness I have
and make the heat
wave at you
kindling the condensation
in your steam oven.

She’s a good friend to have.

I wrote another message for you
this day
like I do everyday
on the sand at low tide
using the same piece of
wood
that I toss into the sponge bath
of the earth
every time I’m done,
that keeps drifting back
for me
to do it again.

All these words from
thoughts
and poems
that you never got to read,
that I’ve dialed
into the etch o sketch
of the planet,
their erased,
by wave and wind
but they’ll never,
really be gone.

They’re
out there.

In an ocean of ode
for you,
written in the novel
of your nose
and the melody
of your heart
that you can hear
anytime the grains
that once felt the words
of you
sparkle
between your toes.

These tidings
that were dictated
in the song
of your smile
and the
lyric,
of your laugh
will always be there
to feel
anytime you close
the oceans
of your eyes
and just float
in this land
of aquatic concerto
filled only
for you.

Otherwise,
they belong to
the quenchless satiety
of the sea now,
the writhing virgin
of spill and suction
ever dank and aqueous,
forever awash
drowning in her own
constraint,
and unfufillment.

Drifting around
the clamminess
of the earth,
from crest to cove,
from gush to
gulf, from tube,
to inlet.

From foam
to firth.

As a whale sprays up
a poem
into,
the mouth of the sky.

Marchmadness
Member Rara Avis

since 2007-09-16

Posts 9271
So. El Monte, California

1 posted 2011-04-03 02:47 PM

This is so creative and extremely clever, Rich.
Love how your mind works.
Ida

Richy
Member Elite

since 2003-05-03

Posts 3050

2 posted 2011-04-03 02:51 PM

Thank you my friend, I hope you're enjoying a wonderful Sunday!

EmmaRose
Senior Member

since 2011-03-02

Posts 1376
Midwest

3 posted 2011-04-04 05:59 PM

All these words from
thoughts
and poems
that you never got to read,
that I’ve dialed
into the etch o sketch
of the planet,
their erased,
by wave and wind
but they’ll never,
really be gone.

They’re
out there
***********************************
No they will never really be gone
thank Heaven for poetic dreams.

Your words, your soul alternates from the silliness of
sardines being canned to the most sacred of
spots in a sweet sea of respite, where a sealover can find some semblance of respite, while we are doing our time on the Earth.
gee, I believe I went a little offkilter here, hope its okay

Richy
Member Elite

since 2003-05-03

Posts 3050

4 posted 2011-04-04 06:04 PM

Dear Emma, you can go off kilter all over my words anytime you want...

Thanks so much for always being so sweet!

You're a doll!

Lori Grosser Rhoden
Member Patricius

since 2009-10-10

Posts 10202
Fair to middlin' of nowhere

5 posted 2011-04-04 06:17 PM

I adored your light hearted word play in the beginning and by the end it had surrendered effortlessly into something quite different. Good stuff!
Lori

Richy
Member Elite

since 2003-05-03

Posts 3050

6 posted 2011-04-04 06:19 PM

Thanks Lori for all the wonderful comments today, and for the smile across my face...

(((You)))

katahdin
Senior Member

since 2010-07-01

Posts 1196
ME. In the Shadow of the Mt.

7 posted 2011-04-04 07:21 PM

Loved it! The part about the drunk crustacean and the stone crab made me laugh. Very creative!
Kat >^..^<

ethome
Member Patricius

since 2000-05-14

Posts 11858
New Brunswick Canada

8 posted 2011-04-04 08:33 PM

I remember those etch o sketch things.

Never any good with them.

Lots of places to spin the mind through this writing .
Excellent stuff Richy.

The sea's a powerful mentor for you. Love how your built the images over and over.

Cod Hammet you're good!

Eric

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