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| Picture of shells on beach at Port A (stars added)
Pirates caught in the curls, arcing the shore now shirred at the edges.
Dressed in trimmed lace cuffs,
there appear empty vessels of sailors
who spend their life at sea. Their ships rarely surfacing
now glitter in starlight. Popping up brightly on the sand.
Their love and lust in murk,
concealed their secret trysts,
those liquid affairs of valor.
Shipmates dueled on the decks
of their tiny shells where they
wooed and won on coral reefs.
Then slipping into the night,
made a pirate’s getaway into the gentle dawn of inkiness.
Leaving before they offered their gifts--
their abandoned offspring
left to learn the sailing arts alone.
© Gay Reiser Cannon * 6.18.12 * All Rights Reserved
Triversen |
Tuesday, June 19, 2012
SEA SALTS AND STARLIGHT
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so another triversen? smiles...imagine their 'hunger' after being out to see for so long...whether by choice or by necessity of job its hard work and hard on the fam...felt that bit when i had to work out of town for those 9 months...its rather a hell...and the end makes my heart ache a bit still...
ReplyDeleteFantastic Gay..as always! The title is a poem in itself...and yes, like Brian, the twinge at the end was a perfect finish.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful images, Gay... and I agree about the ending.
ReplyDeleteLovely imagery, Gay. I like how the poem holds the mystery.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful images, Gay.
ReplyDeleteso tough but i think they just love it and wouldn't want it any other way..beautiful images gay and great seeing another triversen again
ReplyDeleteThis is very rich Gay - image rich with a splash of lush... it made me thirsty :D
ReplyDeletea sad twist pulled the tide twofold...
i'm waving my scabbard! :D
Beautiful imagery, Gay! That's a pirate's life. To sneak in and then a quick getaway leaving the love child behind. Great write!
ReplyDeleteHank
Love the title of this Gay...a majestic image of the seafarer ...coming to love the murk as much as life, most of them...hard to settle on a calm shore after knowing more...bkm
ReplyDeleteLovely poem!!!
ReplyDeleteA nice write. Has a spoken word feel/sound to me. Would love to hear it read out loud.
ReplyDeletelove the sound and flow and feel, from the title on.
ReplyDeletelovely form and flow. "liquid affairs of valor" yum!~jane
ReplyDeleteYou give the little mollusky things their own life and breath to communicate here Gay--that's an awesome shot up top as well, and the poem has that starlight woven through as well.
ReplyDeletemaking a pirate’s
ReplyDeletegetaway before the
gentle dawn of inkiness.
love the mystery and the melancholy... just beautiful.
Comes across like you've been there--one side or the other--and know from experience. Nice write!
ReplyDeleteOh, this is gorgeous!
ReplyDeletePrior to the word "tiny", I just knew this was about sea turtles. Love stars in the picture, and 'stars' in the sea. Sure these guys are happy, no mortgage, no insurance, taxes...
ReplyDeletejust be born,
do their God-job,
and fade away,
somehow stay
as part of the Universe
Thank YOU, Gay!
"They", I suppose, can be any of the mariners who live their life at sea, in the sea, by working with the sea. There's seems to be a universality here to what takes men away, while their mates and offspring wait.
ReplyDeleteThis painted a swirling picture for me, steeped in a bit of darkness... The thought of fatherless children makes me quite sad. Beautifully written, Gay.
ReplyDeleteThe first stanza caught me with its lovely images of the sea, until the gentle dawn of inkiness ~ Lovely poetic form Gay ~ And thanks always for your lovely words in my blog ~
ReplyDeleteThis is the kind of poem I want to read again and again, finding nuances in each read. It creates such a mood tinged with a bit of sadness.
ReplyDeleteAnother triversen! And here you are, turning scuttling sealife into mariners and pirates, and transforming the sands of common shores into something far more fantastical.
ReplyDeleteA note to all of you - I'm a better poet for having you read and comment - Thank you!
ReplyDeleteExceptional,
ReplyDeleteempty vessels of sailors
inkiness
abandoned offspring
left to learn the arts alone
Your words are as artful as the sailor's craft!
Lots of wondrous and carefully crafted images here, right from trimmed lace cuffs to abandoned offspring. Beautifully spun!
ReplyDeleteI love poems of the sea ~ beautiful :)
ReplyDeleteThis made me smile, it felt joyful, well to me it did :)
ReplyDeleteThis is gorgeous... and delicate... and tough. And full of wonderful imagery... and is itself a wonderful image. Not just a poem, but a fairy story to delight any heart - and if all that was not enough, a new word for me - I had to look up shirr. My grateful thanks.
ReplyDeleteOh it's a sewing term, or garment detail. The water looks like that as it sweeps the beach. And the foam (which we have so much of in Port Aransas) looks like lace left extended at the end of sleeves.
DeleteA haunting, ghostly and quite beautiful capture of men at sea...and the plight of those left behind. Lovely!
ReplyDeleteWonderful - I love the little sailor mollusks - as inky as words on a page. k.
ReplyDeletea beautiful write Gay
ReplyDeleteshimmering! love this ~ thanks for sharing!
ReplyDeletea very thoughtful and thought provokng piece Gay - the lives they have to do - the people they leave behind - captured histories here - predessors gone before - they ploughed similar paths - pirates 'abandoned offspring
ReplyDeleteleft to learn the arts alone' - lovely tale of sea
and starlight - compass set following the north star - Lib
from the title to the ending... unexpected treasures found along the way! beautifully written, Gay!
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Oh super, I love environmental poetry, here all jumbled with lusty sailors - who I love too! Enjoyed!
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thankyou for your much appreciated and insightful words Gay - your intuitions spot on - strong point - have left a comment - hgs Lib
ReplyDeleteYou brought us readers to the sea. Thanks!
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