Language of the seas.

I search for words

In the front pockets

Of your unbuttoned denims

Hanging just behind the door,

And in the fragrance of the flowers

That will decorate

Your graveyard someday.

*

I search for words

Underneath the dust

That decorates the frame

Of our photograph,

And in the glass that thickens

At the bottom of the windowpane

Over time,

As if all the raindrops

Falling against it

Make it swell with emotion.

*

Why, why do you need words,

They ask me.

Write a poem

With the language of the seas

A poem that rips and tides

And crashes violently

Against the walls of your heart.

*

A poem, inside which,

You can hear the echoes

Of the songs the humpback whale sings

While searching for its other half.

*

So, I write to you,

From the deepest blue of the sea.

My words are spilling over,

Won’t you come take a dip?


-The Girl Lost In The Bookstore

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58 thoughts on “Language of the seas.

  1. Beautiful. Love that end line “won’t you come and take a dip?” A bit of a whimsical question in a pie, that has a very sad poem, a mourning for the speaker’s dead love. I hope he takes a dip, but then death is a barrier to that.

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  2. My favourite lines:

    A poem, inside which,

    You can hear the echoes

    Of the songs the humpback whale sings

    While searching for its other half.

    Also, where do you source the images that decorate the start of your works?

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