04-19-2013, 09:33 AM
Sea of Seems... (to be read aloud)
Hollow Eyes set sail upon a ship of Dreams
to undiscover lonely in the Sea of Seems
where each crest and pull of sorrow
changed the quiet tidings and subtle
flaws of current illusion.
Timber flexed in the confluence of Remorse,
the tributary of Tears without recourse,
creaking, quaking, wry waters
quickened by rocky insights and the
rush of rapid conclusions....
Dreamscapes rise resilient in reefs of REM
painting pictures of the past, partial hues of him,
chaos cresting in fractals,
bitter, biting, cold agin warm and frail,
diminished, yet not forgotten…
Vesicles swim solo bringing sleep in their wake,
vagaries of undoing for sanity’s sake.
One minus one, the empty set,
thoughts splitting riddles and randoms,
sexton’s course on a starless night…
Sequin shoebox sat silent behind rigging ropes,
her cache of memory shimmering bits of hope,
rice paper sonnets, sheltered
half truths, vague but clear, ethereal,
lover’s script in alpha rhythm.
She winced as she faced the fogs of Forlorn,
staring far beyond the island’s shrinking form,
gauging distance between swells,
bowsprit, a jib way from her redemption,
recalled to wake by helmsman’s hand.
Narrow bands of sun seeped through Shantung shades
where flickering fractures of voyages fade
until sleep comes by force of night
when mooring lines are tossed from shore
she walks upon the bow once more
Hollow Eyes set sail upon a ship of Dreams
to undiscover lonely in the Sea of Seems
where each crest and pull of sorrow
changed the quiet tidings and subtle
flaws of current illusion…
JCM copyright 03/17/2013
Hollow Eyes set sail upon a ship of Dreams
to undiscover lonely in the Sea of Seems
where each crest and pull of sorrow
changed the quiet tidings and subtle
flaws of current illusion.
Timber flexed in the confluence of Remorse,
the tributary of Tears without recourse,
creaking, quaking, wry waters
quickened by rocky insights and the
rush of rapid conclusions....
Dreamscapes rise resilient in reefs of REM
painting pictures of the past, partial hues of him,
chaos cresting in fractals,
bitter, biting, cold agin warm and frail,
diminished, yet not forgotten…
Vesicles swim solo bringing sleep in their wake,
vagaries of undoing for sanity’s sake.
One minus one, the empty set,
thoughts splitting riddles and randoms,
sexton’s course on a starless night…
Sequin shoebox sat silent behind rigging ropes,
her cache of memory shimmering bits of hope,
rice paper sonnets, sheltered
half truths, vague but clear, ethereal,
lover’s script in alpha rhythm.
She winced as she faced the fogs of Forlorn,
staring far beyond the island’s shrinking form,
gauging distance between swells,
bowsprit, a jib way from her redemption,
recalled to wake by helmsman’s hand.
Narrow bands of sun seeped through Shantung shades
where flickering fractures of voyages fade
until sleep comes by force of night
when mooring lines are tossed from shore
she walks upon the bow once more
Hollow Eyes set sail upon a ship of Dreams
to undiscover lonely in the Sea of Seems
where each crest and pull of sorrow
changed the quiet tidings and subtle
flaws of current illusion…
JCM copyright 03/17/2013