White Lines

In shadows or in skin, he felt he had hungered the gaze of the sea.
At bay, midnight, the day lost the sun to the night.
He mourned, bare chested, with the cold wind clawing at his shoulders,
his heart expanding underneath, eyes level to the fading horizon.

People soared thru the limestone cliffs, splashing feet in the face of the waters.
His head followed the images flashing in the pale fire of moonlight.
Then they receded to a house with a brick bedded ceiling, with thin walls.
Sounds came unstuck in the air, mingling with sweat and grains of burnt rollups.

And from behind those walls, morning hit his feelings,
He bowed in open wind.
His mouth whispered stronger than any word before “And love, be brave”
When the daylight began to flicker, he immersed his body in the sea,
fishing for some days he had before in each bubbling breath.
Then the uprising water delivered him to shore, with a smile hanging from his lips,
and his shivering body clutched in his fingers, heading home, or finding one.




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40 thoughts on “White Lines”

      3. I’m getting over laryngitis. I know everyone around me is happy for the silence. Haha. Other than that I’m enjoying my new job and redesigning several new websites for them which is so exciting and stretching my techie mind. πŸ˜€ Be well and keep doing you. xxx

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  5. β€œPeople soared thru the limestone cliffs, splashing feet in the face of the waters. / His head followed the images flashing in the pale fire of moonlight”
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  9. You had me from the opening lines and didn’t let me go to the end – skin and shadow hungering the sea, through to the ending when that hunger was finally relieved:.
    “Then the uprising water delivered him to shore, with a smile hanging from his lips,
    and his shivering body clutched in his fingers, heading home, or finding one,”
    Those final words…. the feeling that home is within the reach of your dripping skin… the feeling of fulfillment, clarity, certainty.
    I felt immersed in this poem like I’d had a quick dip in the cool ocean. Missed reading you!

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    1. I love most water bodies. There’s always something to carve or extract from its blue set or fall. It’s like a mirror running free, that’s maybe why we hunger its vastness with our gaze.

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  11. My favorite line:

    “He mourned, bare chested, with the cold wind clawing at his shoulders,
    his heart expanding underneath, eyes level to the fading horizon. ”

    The feeling my heart felt towards your poem and lines. I felt it deeply within my soul.

    I love your mind and how you express yourself. πŸ™‚

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