He woke up with storm {seeds} in his mouth
It tasted glitttery loud as birds. Brewing
with <wild possibilities>.
His eyes gleamed with excitement of moon flowers. Whatever known can wait,
But this intangible stillness cannot
even if his legs were shaking with vertigo
Hands trembling, he grabbed his coat. The freezing wind recoiled & fluttered as fallen tulip
petals. The sky was cleaning
out the stars & last quarter moon.
The crucible weighed on his chest,
awaiting
the pouring by his hand.
>>>>> Instead
He went to sea in a thimble of poetry.
Credit: “He went to sea in a thimble of poetry.”- Poet Warning, Jim Harrison
Posted for dVerse Poets Pub - Poetics: Songs of the Unreason hosted by Linda Lee Lyberg. Thanks for the visit and comments.
Love that you managed to capture the wildness of going to sea with only a verse as lifeline and raft. Also you got the tulip there.
ReplyDeleteThis is exquisitely woven, Grace! You really capture the essence of the quote here. I especially love; "The sky was cleaning out the stars & last quarter moon."💝💝
ReplyDeleteI like the fractured, dreamlike structure of your poem, Grace. It suits the line very well!
ReplyDeleteGrace, I love the story you tell and the way you formatted the poem. It really drives home the meaning of the words. Bravo!
ReplyDeletethese shattered lines remind me of the sea's flotsam and jetsam - all the things that get washed ashore for beachcombers to mull over
ReplyDeleteSo original, and dramatic, urgent, like a scene in a film, and the images you gave made it run so smoothly...I really ike the style you did that in, very much..
ReplyDeleteAs I sit here and read your poem I hear the rain outside and it is getting darker and chilly. Your words are so fitting for the mood that I feel.
ReplyDeleteLove this invitation to voyage and the immrama it exults in! Seafarers heave ho!
ReplyDelete"The sky was cleaning out the stars & last quarter moon."
ReplyDeleteGeorgeous lines
Much love...
I love that first line, Grace, as well as the whimsical adventure that follows.
ReplyDelete""
ReplyDeleteAll of this, and well told.
I like how you incorporated more of Harrison's lines/phrases into your story with both urgency and wistfulness.
ReplyDeleteThis was a creative story poem. The opening lines were intriguing.
ReplyDeleteYou got the tulips, loud birds and ofc the thimble of poetry, lovely poem, I especially loved this line "The sky was cleaning
ReplyDeleteout the stars & last quarter moon."
" out the stars & last quarter moon."
ReplyDeleteIt is truly amazing how you manage to convey meaning in the spaces between your words, Grace. That's magic.
Sincerely,
David [ben Alexander]
I like how the poem sits on the page (screen in this case) like those mortally fallen petals from the poem.
ReplyDeleteA beautiful sensory poem, Grace. I could feel the freezing wind on my face.
ReplyDeleteSimply magic :)
ReplyDeleteAnd it was the finest choice!
ReplyDeleteGrace, this is a work of art. Form, poetry, beautiful!!
ReplyDelete'It tasted glittery loud as birds' - love this, so unusual and wonderfully effective. Love the whole poem.
ReplyDelete