You talk of oceans,
sweat and the sweet
burn of forgotten salt.
I panic, per
-form dances of seafoam
and flotsam, help my
-self to the glory of moon
-shine long spilled.
Our eyes snag
at the first sight of
struck across the
ebony face of a cold
I aim high, plunge
keeper of a thou
Looks like one has to give way and take the plunge. Relationships may cause some tough decisions to maintain! Good take DJ!
What a beautiful poem. “keeper of a thou” – love your word play – along with “glory of moon / shine.”
“weary world/whirled” … You are hilarious! That was really clever.
This is about Abraham and Lot, the destruction of Sodom, … the Exodus, and the desert wandering. Basically the history of the Israelites.
I LOVE “I panic-purr” and “form dances of seafoam.”
“Our eyes es-nag.” Nagging is definitely in Satan’s bag of tricks.
“Bony face of a cold.” … No one’s thriving here.
“I aim high, plunge.” … Clearing out a toilet clog.
Sand is desert, beach, time, age, mess.
We should all shine, long(ing) spilled.
This is also about you, your love for water, and your mermaid.
Very clever title! Interesting use of hyphenation… hadn’t thought of that before. Muses…