He sang my pulse a metronome

March 26, 2017 By in Poetry Tags: , , , , , , , 17 Comments

#4

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I once took a lover

Substantial as the undertow

He sang…

He sang my pulse a metronome

As mermaids surfaced mesmerized

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He showed me between his strong legs

Thick hairs, long soaked in the moon

Permeated with his strength and compassion

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To love and be loved is evermore

His words becoming the flesh of dreams

I moved like seaweed in his tides

Undulate and grounded

Melding with the cello of his landing

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Compelled, the spirits

Shuffling wistfully in dust

Remembered their names

Became eager for color

Incanted lullabies

Spellbound by our heat

As it rose to claim them

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Proud, my body animal

Went to ground bearing seed

I became witness and thunder

Rounded and swelling in storms

Unfolding broad wings bearing rain

A haloed tunnel of bone and cusp

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All forgotten in the first cry of birthing

As in this moment my world split in two

And continued to divide into ocean and land

Both realms indigenous to the lost souls of Man.

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Artist:  “Whispers” Monique Passicot

17 responses

  4. synchopated rhythms
    ~
    while remembering
    Bonnie Bluecloud
    an aboriginal girl sitting
    beside me in grade 1
    ~
    all I could recall
    was her
    quiet humility
    ~
    I drew a similar sketch
    an image with 2 individuals
    cheek to cheek
    idealizing a sense of trust
    ~
    but I couldn’t
    find a pose
    for the hands
    ~
    visualizing a friendship
    that I never knew
    or created

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