Iris Of The Sea

Men and women were children once
and they still need to sleep.

To her "How many did you love?"
he said "A man knows only one in his years"
somewhere at the foot of this hill.

Wearied by sundown I return to rest
in your soft, scented warmth
knowing full well you have cooked for us
a bowl of rice and something you brought home the other day.

Iris left to drink her wine.
The water is blue in her absence.

Now ruled out
a fable they told men
and women who came from the water
who then told the others.

Iris with the sea tides
in her hair, lovely Iris with her
sad songs for an unrequited love of her own.

She came for them
born into their lovelessness
a child of drunkern hazards
leading ships away from the lighthouse.

What's there to understand?

Like you, I sometimes can feel
the spin crawling in, a wish for more of that,
and less of this, and for a thing I'm hoping
will undo the clock's doings.

Like you, I have two.

One tells me to sleep,
one sings me to it.




Poetry by Praveen Bhusal
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Written on 2018-06-25 at 14:03

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Ashe The PoetBay support member heart!
How I love this poem! It's that ghostly, otherworldly feeling and the imagery. All so elusive to let the imagination of the reader enter into the scene. These verses made me sigh:

"Iris with the sea tides
in her hair, lovely Iris with her
sad songs for an unrequited love of her own.

She came for them
born into their lovelessness
a child of drunken hazards
leading ships away from the lighthouse."

So beautiful!
Ashe
2018-06-26


one trick pony The PoetBay support member heart!
This is ethereal and elusive, but a picture emerges, very soft and honest, and a little sad.
2018-06-25