Sunday, June 5, 2011

drowning



it was tranquil
the drowning,  i lay back
and slip into the muse
a new world entices me to let go
fall, fly

fly into fins, sail into deep - blue, blue-green
beneath the foreseen end
that all marked as epitaph, my, the I's dismal demise
deeper to the realm of a gods golden
glory breathing in a cosmic ocean
of rebirth, down, drown beyond all the callused crags
of soiled sinners
graced by the spoils of a sea summoned, surrendered
to receive a solitary seafaring soul

bkmackenzie
copyrighted 2011

Posted for One Shoot Sunday - Photo by Rob Hanson

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16 comments:

  1. ImaginationJune 5, 2011 at 10:07 AM

    This is truly, truly beautiful, one of the most breathtaking, heartstopping poems I've yet read on the web, both terrible and irresistible. I love the imagery, so delicately mixed with metaphors and memories.
    Can't wait to read more of the same!

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  2. Brian MillerJune 5, 2011 at 10:24 AM

    smiles. let go...let it take you...sometimes i would rather not come back up for air...

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  3. UnknownJune 5, 2011 at 10:56 AM

    You know that feeling you get when you come across something so beautiful that it takes your breath away and renders you speechless. Yeah, I'm feeling that way right now.

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  4. AnonymousJune 5, 2011 at 1:20 PM

    Beautiful, but sad at the same time...

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  5. LouiseJune 5, 2011 at 1:31 PM

    Beautiful words as always. Following you now on twitter. New to this, so still learning, follow me @120Socks if you wish.

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  6. AnonymousJune 5, 2011 at 2:36 PM

    A well phrased, triumphant welcoming close. Like where you took this poem into the realm of gods and cosmos. Has a very inspiring tone.

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  7. hedgewitchJune 5, 2011 at 6:08 PM

    Even the stagnant pond holds something of ocean and her ability to float our imaginations and beings away. Esp like "...fall, fly/fly into fins..' almost a darwinian feel of time and change.

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  8. AnonymousJune 5, 2011 at 7:12 PM

    Enjoyed your weaving of alliterations...love when the muse takes me away from here ~

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  9. AnonymousJune 5, 2011 at 7:57 PM

    "...all the callused crags / of soil sinners." That's beautiful. The whole poem's beautiful.

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  10. dsJune 5, 2011 at 8:38 PM

    So beautiful--I believe I just drowned in your words.

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  11. the unknowngnomeJune 5, 2011 at 10:32 PM

    I needed to hear this. I too need to "lay back and slip into the muse", to be taken.

    Simply beautiful, it touches.

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  12. Gemma WisemanJune 5, 2011 at 10:50 PM

    Love the image of "soiled sinners" echoed by "spoils of a sea..." A voluptuous darkness...like a Siren of nothingness! Beautiful!

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  13. ClaudiaJune 6, 2011 at 10:41 AM

    drowning into a world beyond the surface...serene..

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  14. Alegria ImperialJune 6, 2011 at 10:43 AM

    Wow! A meditative poem that pulls like a silken skein to sweetly drown and give in! Love how you just wove it in, BKM!

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  15. Sherry Blue SkyJune 7, 2011 at 10:34 AM

    Wowzers, bkm!!!!! "glory breathing in a cosmic ocean........a sea summoned....to receive a solitary seafaring soul." Glorious!

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  16. JinksyJune 9, 2011 at 11:51 AM

    a cosmic ocean
    of rebirth

    And that's how all poet's words come into being...

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