Requiem in Blue

Each note is meant to please the sun.

There’s a piano here at the sands,
legs in water, washed, wrangled, wrecked between two storms,
born to endure each of world tide, moon in anger,
pleas from tied hands,
our hearts bleeding on sun-dried stones,
where children play on a whisper.

Let light switched on across the sky – torch of dreamers that doesn’t lie,
it shines so freely on water, like an omen or a dancer
all dressed in hues of one ocean…

I shall write it deep inside us,
like a sonnet tattooed on shells,
a suite of rhymes we left to drift across our earth –
exotic drums only respond to tiny bells
so tightly wrapped around ankles,
as piano responds deep in kelp… to the otter or nautilus.

Let light switched on across the sky – torch of dreamers we can’t deny,
it shines so freely on water, like an omen or a dancer
all dressed in hues of one ocean…

Each note is meant for you & I.

Nat, northern garden, 16 October 2008

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2 Comments

Filed under 60N, geopoetics, images, verse, writing

2 responses to “Requiem in Blue

  1. These are wonderful images, Nat. I particularly enjoyed the stanza "I shall write it deep inside us…..".One thought: "born to endure each of world tide" is the word 'of' necessary? It is easier to read out loud without.

  2. Thank you very much, Gordon :-)Hmmmm, i see you point about that preposition. Yes, you right, although taking it off will bring my meter to right shambles, lol! Need to re-think that line. Thank you :-))

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