I traced thin lines in a sea map
measuring
the distance between north and south
in coloured stains on a table
I drowned
~the distance~
oh! infamous! falls asleep on me
i am yellow you blue
on this sea chart called
love of miles and miles
the geography is on my heart
the stones, the sand, the ocean
all trembling together
~in my tiny heart~
can you hear the sound?
tin tin tin
~tinkling~
with my hands i created a wave
to suck me violently
a new route by reach you
had to
is there where the journey depart~
so sorry – was a revolted sea-
i sank there
and all that was rested on me
sank also
i become a woman in blue again
taking all to the deep
my love, my breast, my last breath….
and one tiny heart
to the bottom
Such a lovely poem Mirna.
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Thanks Tim. You know something i always fear when i post one poem. And is always a relief when someone say something, Is because the English, i still have difficulties. Thanks so much !!!
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I think the fact that English is a second language for you only adds charm to your poetry. Your poetry is lovely, so keep doing what you are doing Poetess!
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🙂 Thanks
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Love the nautical theme to the verses, and the way it unfurled in the wind. It caught me thinking…
Ghosts, haunted beneath the boiling waters, set free to ride upon the waves to seas once more, blue earth sails warm to touch, scribe a course with few tacks upon the charts, rig for high winds, swift currents, scattered shallows, and the deep, to the places where three oceans meet, the vast wild just below the straits, rolling high the carnival of seas, it waits, for north a course, a topsail set, make voyage, make way, make without haste, oh wayfarer to her stories in between the two blues, and tidal earth.
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Oh! You are a fantastic Poet!!!! 🙂 better than my poem.
Thanks i am a fan!!!!! 🙂
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No… It would not of followed without yours 🙂
Cheers! 🙂
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🙂 🙂
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Hello Poet I am in a dark period like a friend use to say. Very happy that you like it.
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Dark, light, it’s all story, and alive
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You are right!!!! Ripples of moments, changing all the time. Thanks Wise Poet! 🙂
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Yes always changing, reaching out and moving 🙂
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But hurts, sometimes……
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