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Post by Brigid Briton on Nov 19, 2012 9:10:00 GMT -6
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Post by dustandwater on Nov 19, 2012 13:14:14 GMT -6
He stands, silent, still, staring out, twin moons looking back; their light bounces off the crests of waves and the swell of clouds, spectral in the night sky. Behind him, the dark swallows up the world, perching him here on the edge of the earth, waves crashing before him, licking at his bare feet likes flames from the depths of hell. He doesn't make a sound, he just listens. Listens and watches. He isn't afraid - it's more than fear; he respects the sea. Such formidable power, the strength to create and to destroy, to shape a world, to take a life. He remembers his sister - how she loved the sea - her tousled hair, her freckled cheeks, her tireless grin, the terrible silence that replaced her. He imagines her stricken, fighting the currents, falling forever - down to the darkest part of this black world. He imagines her cries stifled by salty, unsatiable breaths. He imagines the light leaving her eyes, her body still. He imagines her swimming with mermaids and riding seahorses. He smiles. How she loved the sea.
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Post by Brigid Briton on Nov 19, 2012 19:26:02 GMT -6
Wow, d&w, I got chills when I read your last line. What a great poem!
Brigid
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Post by Neal Allen (snowtracks) on Nov 20, 2012 2:42:27 GMT -6
D&W this is great poetry. I would not even attempt to follow this act with a poem of my own. Thank you for a sad story, beautifully told and furthermore, in line with a nominated theme. Well done.
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Post by Brigid Briton on Nov 20, 2012 9:26:23 GMT -6
Oh, come on, Neal. While I completely agree with you that d&w's poem is awesome, please don't diminish your own great abilities, especially when it comes to the topic of the sea. I'd be willing to bet that you, as our resident Sailor in Chief, could come up with something quite moving too. This isn't a competition with each other, only with ourselves. I hope that you'll reconsider and give it a try.
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Post by dustandwater on Nov 20, 2012 10:08:40 GMT -6
I agree with Brigid; I was actually looking forward specifically to your input, Neal, having so enjoyed your sea-faring poetry before.
Thank you for your very flattering comments, both.
-D&W
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Post by Neal Allen (snowtracks) on Nov 21, 2012 1:41:08 GMT -6
Oh very well then but just for fun.
RIDING SEAHORSES
The contestants are ready, they wait for the sign The seaweed is waved, they surge over the line The crab is off first but he goes the wrong way The minnow squirts past the miniature ray Tiny hearts pound as tails swish strong They've been around once and it didn't take long The mussel pulls out with effort supreme As he takes the lead he’s the pride of his team The race is all over the mussel has won Beating the pack that the race had begun
Riding seahorses
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Post by Brigid Briton on Nov 21, 2012 7:58:45 GMT -6
Hi Neal, I'm so happy you got in the swim of things. Sometimes it's fun to just go with the flow. This poem is great fun, and an example of how a prompt can lead people in completely different directions. It brought a smile to my early-morning-grouchy-face, to imagine all the little sea creatures cavorting beneath the waves. Thanks for diving in.
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Post by Neal Allen (snowtracks) on Nov 21, 2012 8:45:34 GMT -6
Hey Brigid. You just used up all the available underwater puns. That leaves me gasping like a fish out of water. ;D
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Post by Brigid Briton on Nov 21, 2012 8:54:12 GMT -6
Oh, Neal, that's a situation up with which we cannot put (as Churchill, I believe, once said). Let's hope that the fish's out-of-waterness was only due to leaping for the stars and that he'll soon be back in a more comfortable element...
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Post by diannet on Nov 21, 2012 16:19:42 GMT -6
Sorry I know mine is really bad but couldn't get it to come together...brain is a way with the pixies...anyway thought I'd give it a go...i'm late right now have to take my son to school so will comment on others a little later...
When storms hover like spectres she’s not far away her mission... to save weary sailors from the monsters of the sea Little nereid of the waves she rides a seahorse called Pegasus Asaplstry is her name Together they fly to confront the eye of the storm Asaplstry stabs it with her coral spear Until the storm cries tears of opal Gems scatter as sailor cheer For the warrior Asaplstry and her fine steed
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Post by diannet on Nov 21, 2012 17:45:39 GMT -6
D&W what a wonderful poem, a sad yet beautiful story unfolds. I could imagine your reading of it, I don't think there would be a dry eye on the board. Great stuff! Loved your quirky race day under the sea Neal and how nice to dream of riding seahorses Brigid and wake with seaweed in your hair...nice
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Post by lavenderblu on Dec 1, 2012 13:57:46 GMT -6
Wonderful images. I was so moved I had to find a picture tha best captured my visions all of you evoked for me. Very nice poems. Thank you. Lavenderblue Attachments:
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Post by Brigid Briton on Dec 1, 2012 14:10:57 GMT -6
And thanks to you, LB, for the cute picture. Now, where's your "riding seahorses" poem? Looking forward to seeing what you can do with it.
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