there is an embezzlement
of the
characters that fall
between us
and the sandcastles
built beneath us
there is a breeze
that floats over this stellar sky
as the rhythm
of heartbeats ripple across shorelines
un-emptied, un-touched...a crab,
a shell of something once was,
a thought wrapped in a tide pool of
un-certainity
but, i love you.....said
i will take a second look
at this moment - as chances seldom come twice
once a thief always a thief?
i do not know
i should ask the crab ...... (i)
sup-pose
bkmackenzie 2019
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posted Poets United Poetry Pantry
painting by Joaquin Soralla
Not sure if this is politic, but your poem made me think of Rajani's words about fear of that predictable love...
ReplyDeleteElizabeth
https://soulsmusic.wordpress.com/2009/01/26/standing-in-the-gap/
The image of the crab, now a shell full of echoes... lingers in the mind, answering so many question by no longer being.
ReplyDeleteThe breeze, the stellar sky, the crab shell ad the wondering......such a mesmerizing and beautiful poem, my friend.
ReplyDeleteThe memory... the thing that fell between... maybe only when we try to remember we can see (and maybe forgive) the thieves.
ReplyDeleteits always the thing that fell between...bkm
DeleteThe eeriness, the emptiness...this feels like a held breath.
ReplyDeleteSo good to run into you and your wonderful words again, Brian. It's been too long, as I've been mostly missing from the blog world. Hope all is well with you and yours; your poem left me with a vaguely unsettled feeling.
ReplyDeletethank you Sue, yes i have been a long time gone...a lot of relationship issues over the past few years but back now...bkm
DeleteI like the word embezzlement here and the heartbeat rippling heartbeat.
ReplyDeleteThis lovely write feels brooding to me. My thoughts focused on, "I will take a second look at this moment--as chances seldom come twice." This is something I can relate to as I now more pause and reconsider...things.
ReplyDeleteGayle ~
yes second chances rarely come around have to be aware of them when they come again...bkm
DeleteI love the shape of this poem, Barbara, and the way you’ve used white space for emphasis, especially in the lines:
ReplyDelete‘characters that fall
between us
and the sandcastles
built beneath us’
and
‘…the rhythm
of heartbeats ripple across shorelines’.
I also love the description of the crab as ‘a shell of something once was, a thought wrapped in a tide pool of un-certainty’.
thank you very much kim...bkm
DeleteIt's knowing how much to believe, versus the emotional desire..the degree of investment involved...
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