Thoughts ... one day

The Mermaid Sings

The passionate die of those days
Cast and cast and cast again.

One remembers everything,
And does not know why.

Let us drop our nets and rest awhile
In the place before I am lonely for you, my lover.

Before you’ve retreated into shadows
Odd relief-- diminished—like the dead husband, and brother,
Mother and Father:
All the people of this world

Go before you begin your returning,
Your outlandish night visitations.

I stand like some swamp Ophelia,
Babbling above a green jungly place
Studded with almond trees and trickling waters

He waves, and blows a kiss, as I drive down the muddy road
Oh, delirious blue of mussel shell and sea

The water’s song,
Freedom of wing and wave,
Fair nature

I shudder next to the sea
And drape his t shirt over me
None will say another word

About the love, or the passion, or the past
The mermaid sings alone.

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Written on 2016-08-04 at 02:23

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one trick pony The PoetBay support member heart!
if one understood this poem they would understand your every thought. it isn't possible, but the elusiveness of the poem says something as well—there's something to be said by saying it obliquely. Emily Dickinson knew that:

"Tell all the truth but tell it slant"

it is a sad song, but for the third stanza, which stands alone with love.

Jamsbo Rockda The PoetBay support member heart!
A wonderful story.. For some reason I get the feeling that the sea is cold and uninviting and that the shirt is your only sanctuary. Your work is always incredibly tactile. I can smell the ocean and feel the emotion.

Interesting thoughts. Well written.