Monday, April 13, 2015

Mag 265 — I am the sea










This is me. I am the sea.
I am pale as foam and
blue, drenched by a river
of tears flowing into me —
From me waves of change
are blowing, yet
I am still in the night,
cradling my host of loved
ones of the deep. We
sleep with the moon in
reflective trust as aeons
of dreams turn the tide.

















Written for The Mag: Mag 265 that inspired with the above image prompt: painting by Daria Petrilli.

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14 comments:

Elena Sands said...

Very pretty poem. :-)

susan said...

What wonderful analogies, Lydia. Your poem is beautiful and magnificently suited to the painting.

Kutamun said...

"Drenched by a river of tears flowing into me " - now that is a mighty fine line ..cheers Lydia

Michael said...

lots of very cool thoughts going on in this post

Kay said...

this is quite simply beautiful!!

Berowne said...

"La mer, qu'on voit danser le long des golfes clairs..."

rosaria williams said...

Those who love the sea have deep souls.

Sandra said...

river of tears...!! fine thought!

Tess Kincaid said...

Gorgeous and so very poignant...

Dunia Kita said...

The way you write is such flowing. Keep writing. www.bellofpeace.org

mythopolis said...

I am of it, but cannot breathe or drink it.

Fireblossom said...

Hey girl...just came by to rattle your cage. ;-)

Lisa Allender said...

I love ekphrastic poetry and yours are very compelling, Lydia.
It's great to be back visiting you! :)

Lydia said...

Thank you, my friends, for your visits and comments. Life changes are keeping me from blogging as much as I would like. I so appreciate you staying in touch. ♥

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