warmth
from his lips
still lingering
on mine
when the road's sharp bend
Surprised him
And he left
this world
Posted
on Friday, October 20, 2006 at 12:45PM
by
Marika
That dreaded conversation
The End
and
The Beginning
Chain smoking,
Heart sinking,
Tears-
burning our cheeks
and
choking our words
Reeling through the moment
Like an out of control merry-go-round
The sky wept as we wept
Our nook at the end of the world
...was ending
No more afternoon delights
From the ocean she springs
Bubbling below sea level
Her above-ground debut thousands of years forthcoming
Slowly she compiles and compounds
Unsullied, fertile land
-- A gift
From (the Hawaiian Goddess) Pele
From Mother Earth
Fresh loam for generations yet born
Nourishment
Reparation
For earth destroyed,
polluted and bombed
She is New life
Sacred soil
Anticipate
her crimson blood
flowing down gentle slopes,
fusing with the sea
Creating.
A welcome blessing
A second chance.
Indigo sky,
speckled with stars--
sunset aftermath
billowing clouds
curve along
the secluded cove
Ivory flowers
blanket red soil,
mango trees in bloom
Smelling rain
on oil-laden pavement,
I long for country
surfers crouch
in liquid tubes,
returning to the womb
Barely submerged
Black, razor-sharp spines pierce skin:
Low tide.
Blowing out birthday candles,
she wishes again
for love
breathing shallow,
new lovers play
with nervous touches
abandoned,
azure-striped beach umbrellas
masked by snow.
Rain drops
intermittently,
rainbows brighten skies
Long silver traces
of shooting stars
leave her breathless
Jagged bolts of lighting,
Dazzling orange embers—
Earth’s fireworks
Tiny bursts of yellow light
illuminate dark woods:
Fireflies.
flames flicker,
ghosts on the wall
dance
Dew flecks
giant lily pads--
Amazon dawn.
Intoxicated love
and confetti strewn dancehalls:
Wedding season
Mosquitos
ruthlessly suck
tender folds of skin
She dislikes cologne
but finds his effort
endearing
Bustling streets
grow quiet:
siesta.
Full moon,
surfers glide
on silver water
Mid day
hot sand
burns feet
gusts of wind
sway tall bamboo forests:
wood chimes
treading
on virgin sand,
crabs scatter
North swell--
surfers churn
in whitewash
Swooping and circling,
Brightly-colored butterflies,
Flirt.
Bubbling below sea,
unsullied land
compiles and compounds
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