Fog at Sea
FOG at SEA
A light mist in the air, an autumnal sway,
celtic, crossed and re-crossed, we're on our way.
A watery calvary stares into our blemished
air. Today we dead coagulate -
thicken - our dying words still
rampant on our cracked lips.
A light mist in the air, an autumnal sway,
celtic, crossed and re-crossed, we're on our way.
A watery calvary stares into our blemished
air. Today we dead coagulate -
thicken - our dying words still
rampant on our cracked lips.
Our vanishing life unfixed, unbridgeable
Ebb, flow, neap, tide,
taken at the full we were. Our child's eyes,
taken at the full we were. Our child's eyes,
no pearl as deep, as precious.
Wrapped around we were in making-do,
as the decades leapt. Careering
we chased chimeras. Unceasingly, till now.
Things of no consequence
entrapped us quite, till now.
Wrapped around we were in making-do,
as the decades leapt. Careering
we chased chimeras. Unceasingly, till now.
Things of no consequence
entrapped us quite, till now.
Cynthia Buell Thomas
Fri 27th Aug 2010 10:13
I like this, John. I'm not always sure where it's going, but I seem to feel where it's at, if that makes any sense. There are some novel and engaging images. Perhaps all the loose pieces come together with your final two lines, like pulling fish into a net.