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A Trilogy of Sea Poems

A trilogy of sea poems

written by: Paul Thwaites

 

Look Out

Distant in muted sky,
Sound dissolves in its horizon ~
Lost in blue hush,
The silent silver of dawn,
The night swallowing, underlined.
In this eye focussed,
Origami sails of far imagining,
Compassed with emptiness,
I come drawn,
Beyond and to its beckoning.

Wind in my stillness stirs,
Tilting to reach to far tomorrow,
I dream in drops all emptying
The sum of sorrow.

And filled by the strand,
Time’s anvil; of all my washings,
Turn from the sea’s gaze frank
Broad as God’s love,
Look out, then, in ~
A grain of sand.

 

Waves

Break, the ringlet seams,
Swarmed upon shingle, in shingle’s wake,
White as time and scented with antiquity,
Mother’s salt and all the sea – borne dead,
Rocked in her widow’s arms and rumouring,
The whispered tittle – tattle of the waves.

Break, a swarf of dolphin brought,
Hunchbacked after the moon’s bit,
Turned to froth and saliva of her fools,
Lost depth and wit,
Come to a soft shore in the farthing flounce,
Slippery as chiffon wit.

Break the Torahed tongues and tell,
Sweet foamed scrolls of the world’s breaking,
Petticoats on ankle lifted skirts,
Thin edge flirts, littoral.

Break, wet as a kiss betrays,
The hiss of a mother’s shushed
Soothing berceuse,
Where last delta’s sleep,
Crashes to the cradling deep.

 

Deep

As my beginning, I have love of you,
Deep in wombed darkness which will swell,
Beneath the belly of the firmament,
Swoon beneath the moon’s insistence,
Churn your dark heart,
As earthly shudders that will wake the skin.

Underneath, you roll unfathomable,
Swelled with dark charisma,
Like the callings of many birds.
I watch you roil, stroll,
Danced by wind’s glib playfulness,
Sober as low bass,
In your profundity.

Below, the Deep walks,
Paced with her slow-paced march of Aeons.
In stilled reverence of whispers,
I speak of you, who are moved, and move,
Slow in undulations,
Marking the edge of life panned ~
Onwards after the wash
And your deepest passions.

 

NOTE FROM THE AUTHOR:

These are three poems from a collection of poems I am working on about the sea titled “Water Dancing with The Moon.”

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