August 10, 2012

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    Ashes  

     

     

     

    Even now he tells himself    

     

    The soft days will come again

    And soft air will flow once more across the island land

    It will flow from beyond the barrier isles

    Gliding in on dim whispers from the great ocean shelf

    Where giant swarms of sea creatures are harvested and iced

     

    This joyful breeze will float in - lathering the incremental

    Caressing spiny ledges with its salty aromatic

    Cooling city-spattered visitors and permanents alike

     

    His heart will happily slow down

    His blood will flow merrily through his essential vitals

    It will be once more his time of substance

     

    There will be nothing to do - to take care of - nothing

    Except to fill this water-laden entity that is he and also us

    With far-away cleansing nurtures of scented african deserts

    Flowing across countless oceanic leagues

     

    He will be again with loved ones

    To breathe with tides

    To take and eat from the bountiful sea

    To simply and happily exist

     

    But that was then

     

     

     Now his universe has been switched off

     

     

     Only a faint melody splashing on moonlit rock is heard

     In that private place behind his brain

     

    And Sleep is the Dust of Sleep

     

    Forever

     

     

     

     

Comments (5)

  • i'm not sure what i think this means, but that hasn't stopped me from reading it over and over.

  • @Sadomasochistic_SLINKY - Thank you for your kind response... For almost 40 years my family and I lived on an island off the coast of Maine and on certain rare summer days especially after a big storm, winds would reverse their usual west to east flow and we would find african totems on our gravel beach... I am 87 years old now and my wife and I will be "ashes" soon and the urn will be wrapped in kelp and dropped in the sea in deep water by a young fisherman friend facing our beloved home...  

  • @peterjamesmanos -  with the story behind it, it makes sense to me now. that is lovely.

  • This was soul searing. I loved reading it and after the explanation you have given above in response to the reader's question, I feel so humbled by your presence on xanga. I am indeed honored to know you, and read your poetry.

    Best regards to you.

  • Thank you Dr Z... I try to read all my friends on Zanga but it is difficult to post replies... and don't forget to use Thirty-Year shingles on that roof!

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