Saturday, May 17, 2014

Naiad

Photo,  Aaron Draper


An ancient dream,
if you will…

shoulders unarched
i walked into the water
paying no heed to the waves
giving no mind to the imminent storm

my spirit emptied of discernment
my core hollow of presentiment

pure as a newborn
whose gaze falls blue and unfiltered

i walked
i plunged

i bathed
in the cistern of secrecy
my body jarred and amplified by
the keen obscenity of this new unknown

unknown, that was, to anyone but me

sorceress! i called myself
a torrent of names i lashed
at my own eyes and cheeks

how long before the burden of truth
affixed itself to me?

how long before the self-drawn blood
stained the cold sand floor?

I’d like to shake the memory of that dream
like I shake my hair when I emerge
from the froth of the sea.

I’d like to wrest the reality of it
from this reality.

I’d like to…
but doing so would be 
a denial of self.

And who am I to deny me?
So many others have tried and failed.

I rest, instead,
fierce and flaming
inside this masted body,
a stirring yet unsung intermezzo­­—
an ivory circumference of byzantium patience.


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NOTE: My first poetry chapbook, From Darkness, Beatitudesis scheduled to be released June 2014 from Finishing Line Press.

10 comments:

  1. Can't wait to have my copy.
    I am amazed at your great writting, at your capacity to see you self and at your generosity to share so openly.

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    1. We all learn from one another, Adriana. I learn from others who share. It's only fair that I share, too. As I share, I learn just a little bit more about myself... and this beautiful world we all share. Always lovely to know your thoughts, dear Adriana. A warm hug from me to you...

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  2. I love the way you share, and sometimes I see myself in your words. I think to myself, another time, another world, such sweet music as has never been heard. I will always float by...

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    1. Thomas, always the gentleman! Thank you for stopping in...

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  3. These two top poems are medicine for me right now. Hello old friend...

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    1. Cat, it's been forever! Poetry is always the perfect medicine for us poets. I hope you're doing well, and still writing and painting...

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  4. Very nice Nevine. As always, your poems make me glad that I stopped by.

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    1. Thank you, Pat. You're ever so generous... and I'm always happy to see you here.

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  5. I go and return and the quality of your poetry is still there. Thanks, I enjoyed this. Good to see that you are a published author! :-)

    Greetings from London.

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    1. Cuban, it's always a treat to receive you. What a lovely surprise for me this Sunday morning! Thank you.

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