Sunday, October 12, 2014

Le Najadi Aura











This is a poem I started writing one early evening at dinner. The water was calm, the breeze was silky. There were only one or two other people on the patio so far. I started writing this on my placemat.





So here's my second version of this poem...




Light tells time here. 

It shows you when to open up;

It tells you when you’ve had enough, then

   signals you to shutter down.

It makes you look – to make you see.

 

Water shows you how to feel here.


When shy, you want to call it over;

   when bold, you want it to seduce you.

When fierce, you surrender to its will

When playful, you want to wiggle in its embrace.

It makes you feel – to make you live.

 

Stone keeps order here.

Stone stands still on watch --

Sundried stones sound safety,

Mossy stones undo the careless.

Brine-pickled stone offers refreshment

   with an edge of recklessness;

Brine-pickled blocks bind water, wind, and light

   to show you your fortune.

 

Waves lick languidly at the shore

Wandering over to taste, then

Willfully sliding – sibilantly gliding away

While stone lies lapping up

   silken swaths of sea-wine.

 

The soft jazz of liquid time

Beats

Slaps

Pats Pops

Against antique rock.

 

Rocks tell of danger, mischief and other lives.

Half-hidden, poking out in warning and cheeky guile.

“Walk me, but watch your step, for

You are not alone.”

Waves make new terrains, then wipe the slate clean

  to start again.

Wind sculpts water;

water sculpts stone;

stone stands still.