A metaphorical description of courtship.
making chit-chat with a friend,
something's missing, call it kissing!
Fancy that, must make amends.
Silken cord her sole attachment,
costume donned with painted face,
she looks down upon the ocean
to her special diving place.
Silk entwined with mixed emotion,
fear, excitement, at the break,
looking down for calm clear waters,
testing strength for safety's sake.
On listless wind and quiet tide
we capture the event,
as cliff to sea a figure dives
alive with self intent.
Down the stream beyond the dam
at ocean's mouth, alone,
bathed in fleeting sunlight, man,
hears the harpies beckoning moan.
"Hope dies in my indignation!
Rejection in my sight!
Power fires my expectations.
Jumping is my right."
Eyes azure in upright head
disarmed at her arrival,
her descent assumes consent
to her rules of survival.
In amid the heaving torrent
pressures prompt them and increase,
all is lost and in abandon
she seeks silence and release.
Splashes, crashes, some see flashes
when the two connect,
quiet spent her first thought dashes
to her thread, and to protect.
Plucked to air, our escapee
is back safe on dry land.
Planning her next revelry,
renouncing all called Man.
But giant waves make graves in caves
so problems disappear,
waters calm and seas embalm
the time served and the dear.
Poetry by David Michael Ward
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Written on 2007-09-18 at 13:05
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The Bungi Jumpers Lament
On a cliff top, celebrating,making chit-chat with a friend,
something's missing, call it kissing!
Fancy that, must make amends.
Silken cord her sole attachment,
costume donned with painted face,
she looks down upon the ocean
to her special diving place.
Silk entwined with mixed emotion,
fear, excitement, at the break,
looking down for calm clear waters,
testing strength for safety's sake.
On listless wind and quiet tide
we capture the event,
as cliff to sea a figure dives
alive with self intent.
Down the stream beyond the dam
at ocean's mouth, alone,
bathed in fleeting sunlight, man,
hears the harpies beckoning moan.
"Hope dies in my indignation!
Rejection in my sight!
Power fires my expectations.
Jumping is my right."
Eyes azure in upright head
disarmed at her arrival,
her descent assumes consent
to her rules of survival.
In amid the heaving torrent
pressures prompt them and increase,
all is lost and in abandon
she seeks silence and release.
Splashes, crashes, some see flashes
when the two connect,
quiet spent her first thought dashes
to her thread, and to protect.
Plucked to air, our escapee
is back safe on dry land.
Planning her next revelry,
renouncing all called Man.
But giant waves make graves in caves
so problems disappear,
waters calm and seas embalm
the time served and the dear.
Poetry by David Michael Ward
Read 359 times
Written on 2007-09-18 at 13:05
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