Terry A Posted February 23, 2023 Share Posted February 23, 2023 Icebergs move in silent seas their telling now is ours. A ship upon the endless drift, a party sailing trust. Tablecloths and candelabras warming silken gowns swishing butterflies across floors like moving floating gems. Who thought? The massive icy monster waiting for its curtain call the greatest show on Earth mighty steel sinking beams and the sea floor littered with dashed hope, gathering shrimp and crabs, drowned dreams turning to starfish and big mouth fish groping their grouper ways as though it was just slightly more than just an ordinary day. So does sand settle and forget the weeping so does coral begin a mending and all in all, rattail and shark do their part. The Whales Talk. The headliner was nothing they wanted to see silk purses gold coins fishnet stockings draping now over shark fins champagne bubbles popping kind of mixing with last swim. It was rock and roll and american pie understood so much better now (in retrospect) When dance floors and ocean bottom talk too intimately though honestly from land the damned seemed clueless. The whales floated by like it was Saturday at the matinee and the main feature was nothing they wanted to see in their long blue survey of churning waters and fish eyes blinking from sheer surprise at what was lurching so feverishly down. Whales do not know endings or beginnings just the drift of currents and then the silence. The pleas echoing over the waters for so short a time, vanities sinking like stones and then the quiet. Who could blame the drift away? Just a nano-second in their rear-view mirrors. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
badger11 Posted February 27, 2023 Share Posted February 27, 2023 Enjoyed Terry. Perhaps there are two poems here? 'from land the damned seemed clueless' liked the sonics. The whale talk was darkly fun. Bw Phil Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Terry A Posted February 27, 2023 Author Share Posted February 27, 2023 Thank you Phil! Yes, there are two poems here but they are joined at the hip. Without the first part, the second part would float a little too much in space, and I am working on being somewhat understandable. 🙂 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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