The Choir

Written for Linda’s prompt at dVerse Poets Poets Pub.  She pulls six random quotes from Neruda’s book of questions and asks us to pick one and write a poem about it.  I picked “Who sings in the deepest water in the abandoned lagoon?” An ocean lovers and a very amateur ocean biologist, I could not resist.

The Choir

“I try to catch at many a tune Like petals of light fallen from the moon, Broken and bright on a dark lagoon, But they float away – for who can hold Youth, or perfume or the moon’s gold?”  Sara Teasdale

who sings in the deepest water in the abandoned lagoon?
in the abandoned lagoon there is a choir singing,
they lift their voices,
that drifts in the wind and waves –
sea turtles and sea horses,
manatees and pink shrimp,
crabs and red fish and pompano.
they drift and forage among the sea grass
and sing their own unique songs.
a sea turtle picks up a bit of sea glass
and deposits it at the edge of the gentle waves,
an offering for those few humans that walk
along the edge of the water.
if you listen
you will hear their voices.
soft and tranquil –
singing for the benign humans
who listen and leave
taking the piece of sea glass in their pocket,
a treasure to be placed on a shelf
catching the sun and bringing back memories
of the songs that only lone creatures can make.

Indian River Lagoon and Pelican Island

 

 

 

Mermaid Tears

For the Prosery prompt at dVerse This week the line is “you will love again the stranger who was your self” from Derek Walcott’s poem Love after Love. Maximum of 144 words.  Mermaid Tears is another name for sea glass.

 

Mermaid Tears
“Even when I’m dead, I’ll swim through the Earth, like a mermaid of the soil, just to be next to your bones.” – Jeffrey McDaniel

Her lover of many years had died, leaving her alone. Her grief overwhelmed her. One of her friends told her, trying to comfort her that “you will love again the stranger who was yourself”.  She looked at the basket on the cocktail table containing the sea glass they had collected together. Putting the basket into her car, she took it to the beach. She walked in the waves sowing the sea glass again for others to find. Sitting on the beach she cried dry tears. At last she arose and walked into the waves. She kept walking until she could no longer feel the bottom. Rolling over she gazed at the moon. She allowed herself to sink into the depths, the first piece of sea glass they had found together in her mouth.

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dVerse Poets: Water

Today at dVerse Poets Pub, Bjorn is prompting for Haibun Monday. He is asking that we write about water – rain, snow, frost, sleet, ocean, spring, bath water – any water that is from a true experience from our past. Come visit us at:http://dversepoets.com/2017/10/16/16428/

Sea Glass
The colors of the ocean that washes up on the North Carolina coast is all the colors of sea glass on any given day, or month, or time of the year or even, the time of day. The colors shift like an ever revolving kaleidoscope – blue then green, grey, dark green, light turquoise, and white. Some days the wind will whip up little wavelets of white on the water.

But tonight the ocean is black. The wind smells of salt with sweet undertones. Lights from the pier and the full golden moon dapple the ocean. It is 2 a.m. on New Year’s Eve. I’m standing on the balcony at the hotel, my husband’s Christmas present to me this year was this trip, by myself, to the ocean in winter. I breathe in the air deeply. A bit of wet touches my cheek. I look up -the first flakes of snow for the year has begun – first snow! New Year’s eve! Oh the magic of the ocean at night!

black winter ocean
sleeps silently as snow falls –
first of the new year

sea glass, public domain image

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