Courtesy Google
dreams of heaven spilled
over the waves and
rippled
a silver blanket
curled
and spread as
mermaids
swam away to sea
to swim in amniotic hug
Here on the shore
an empty body sat
leaving day’s files
and shoes aside
The attraction of the sea seems stronger than that of the mundane world. Sometimes this is so very true.
ReplyDeleteAmniatic--born, reborn, borne .... What a lovely poem. I hope the figure on the shore fills with all.
ReplyDeleteI love the silver blanket curled - exquisite image.
ReplyDeleteI like the idea of dreams of heaven.....and I also think that it is often a good idea to leave one's files and shoes behind!
ReplyDelete(I know I had commented here earlier, but oddly the comment did not show up. Good to see you at Poetry Jam, Sreeja.)
love the sensuous imagery woven here...
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