The moon was nothing more than a pale green lady, her face thinly veiled; a woman in mourning. The few stars that climbed out of bed for the funeral were sleepy, lazy, and cast no more than candlelight on our procession. But they watched. As they always do....And the ocean roared, flapped her frothy wings furiously at the shore, the rocks, anything in her way; spitting at our feet. She had come for us....
"Shhhhhhh" he whispered, throaty from too many late night cigarettes..
"Listen"......
I couldn't see his lips, but tasted the words, salty feathers moving slowly up and down my own.
"This is what we heard".....
"yes"
"That night".....
"yes"
We held hands tighter, our fingers chained this time,
and
simply
walked back into the water....
36 comments:
Back into the mother ocean, love diving deeper still.
New friend, your writing is so responsive and acuostic. It has waves, it has soul and they meet perfectly in words and images.
I was seeing a new painting of the green veiled lady with the full moon halo, like Byzantine stained glass. Very strong images.
but I remember this painting, too. The toes feel what we don't see for cover or wave.
Have fun with your sun.
Buzzing a like BEE
Humming like YOU
Stirring like sweet TEA
in a cup that already FULL.
Sister...this is simply BEAUTIFUL!
eric.."like Byzantine stained glass", yes, I'd like that very much...capturing the moment, the sound, the soul.....And suspending it safely, forever, where when the sun shines through, it all comes flooding back....
SLB...Oh, sweetie, ILYSVVFM!
I wish I could paint pictures. I would. But I paint words, instead, and give them freely for the benefit of the creative process, to clear the way for the next thougth to pull into the station, the whistle mourns in the distance, just before the day breaks. What a picture
I love when you write of the water...It makes me want to leave many things behind and just go....
you write about mystery uniquely and well. there is always missing information that you trust the reader to uncover and know.
clink clink singleton. another A-.
:)
that's exactly what you do. My prof always said "don't do all the work for the reader". You gotta leave some ambiguity. But I think their all clear, as well. Glad to say hello to a friend on a lovely evening such as this. clink
love the tequilla sunrise.
bardouble....And I always "want to leave many things behind and just go...."...
kj...thank you. Funny, it's not in the telling that's been mysterious to me, but in the living. And I wouldn't trade a moment of it...
eric...you do paint pictures with your words, vibrant moving pictures...rollercoasters for the spirit!
Peace friend
we are born of the water, waterchildren that we are, it is no wonder we're drawn to her arms...
:)
k
"and
simply
walked back into the water...."
At one, once again, with each other and the divine ebb and flow of Poseidon's pulsing waves . . .
to be children of blue ocean,
who splash, run and laugh
through the hot sands,
words our footprints
trailing behind
love's long-legged stride,
splashing
running
laughing
the waves cover
all by nightfall
distant fires speak
our own desire to
leave everything
in the care
of caressing
curious hands
and her wet warmth
washing over us
turning sin to sweet wine
and we are drunken fools
children of the sea
rolling over and over
on the white sands
clink.
to your ocean
my new friend
...our sand-drawn time line vanished with the rising tide....
karoline...because she welcomes us, and scoops us up and pulls us in when we are too afraid, because she lull-a-byes us, and heals.....
oceans..."At one, once again"...
perfect words......
eric..."turning sin to sweet wine
and we are drunken fools"
clink! friend, clink!
beerspit....yes, that line, drawn with barefeet, martini moons ago, has slipped into the oceans arms.... but what a fine time it was!
peace~love~welcome back
Have you read Kate Chopin's The Awakening? This story gives me a sense of the ending, only with a happier feel.
Glad you liked both! I'll do something with the one up there, too. Inspiration. Drunken fool of love rolling forever on the sands.
triple clink
and all the peace in the world
enemy...I haven't but I will...when the time is right.....
And this ending, like the first, the one we can't remember, but know happened, is only the beginning.....
until the time is right......
eric....I so did....
peace, my friend...
Creepy I just watched Lady In The Water! I love your ocean stories ... makes me want to go to the ocean and just sit and wait for ...
You do that on the West Coast and if you got nuts, they end up in your throat...
Glorious painting, beautiful tale :)
spongybones...I've never heard of that movie, ...but I wanna go back to the ocean and sit and wait, too......
scott...sorry:)
orhan...Thank you, that's just the way it happened.....
peace, friends
And a glorious sunrise it is once again, my sweet friend.
houses of the holy
let the music be your master!
Ha. down by the seaside
just started playing
I love led
peace. And check up on that mermaid again! I was certain she was you.
my spirit thanks you
feels the gravity; the push of questions, and the pull..
"what is on the other side of yes?"
this, the poetry of stars
Very sweet.
Greetings, my mind is not working. Leaving it in on Wed. to be checked. I've been burning bridges again and I'm no kid I guess I'll never learn.
Y;-) Paddy
Evocative. There's something about the water, especially the ocean. Has lots of "moods."
I can't remember the last time I went skinny-dipping! Beautiful words, my friend.
she...."the push, the pull", the tides......
peace~love sweet friend
eric...so can you play a little led on that guitar of yours! I heard through the "probably wishful thinking" grapevine today that they were going on tour this year! And as for the mermaid, well, you know....
justacoolcat...:) Actually, having been there it was.....
bittersweet
paddy,
The last time we spoke you were building bridges.....
we have too much in bridge common....Wishing you peace, friend, peace
paul....you described it perfectly! Absolutely perfectly!
shrink....ahhh, a whole 'nother mess of memories! LOL!
Damn I'm in love... with your tunes! Hell ya!
PLS
we all know that.
we all hope that
writing these lines
everyday
singing these songs
every time we breathe
crack oopen a mich
here's to the creative pulse
clink
spongy....Rock on, baby! I'm just catching on to this biz.....stole it from you as a matter of fact, so Clink!
eric....
clink! in real time!
I so did!
ha!
right after i commented was this wonder revealed.
the timing!
peace, friend
F'n awesome Singy.
Zepplin in the kitchen too!
xo
eric....
Yup! I heard you clink!
peace, friend
Blue...Zep everywhere, Blue, everywhere :)
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