King Canute

FinsburyParkCarrots
FinsburyParkCarrots Seattle, WA Posts: 12,223
edited April 2004 in Poetry, Prose, Music & Art
King Canute

Gneiss plucked out from reeded sands:
Hornblende, feldspar, mica bands.
Arc-collision-ocean-thrown.
Now the crudejawed wall is down
that fenced the whitewashed castle in;
Atlantic waving charges win
the packed high climb of crystaline
That claimed man's need to redefine
The stop of coasts. Let time command.
Love gives redress. Place down your hand.
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  • FinsburyParkCarrots
    FinsburyParkCarrots Seattle, WA Posts: 12,223
    Down where windheaving bogrush grows,
    Siltsabled rivulets incline
    Loveled to where the ocean knows:
    No joys repine.

    And in the greening breakers where
    the currents rise beyond Dooagh
    an echoed shadowed light lives there:
    Andromeda!
  • FinsburyParkCarrots
    FinsburyParkCarrots Seattle, WA Posts: 12,223
    I dream the down upon your arm
    The taste of night and glycerin
    and feel your body rising, warm
    and living, as I move within.
    I love the dream of touch that moves
    Desire to the rushing wave
    of seas beyond each peak that loves
    to stretch beyond all joys and have
    the touch of freedom's deepest flow!
    I move the dream within you now.
  • Moonlighting
    Moonlighting England Posts: 136
    Very good Finsbury!
    Absolute Equality.No more.No less - AHFA
  • olderman
    olderman Posts: 1,765
    Finsbury is the Poet Laureate on this board...
    Down the street you can hear her scream youre a disgrace
    As she slams the door in his drunken face
    And now he stands outside
    And all the neighbours start to gossip and drool
    He cries oh, girl you must be mad,
    What happened to the sweet love you and me had?
    Against the door he leans and starts a scene,
    And his tears fall and burn the garden green
  • FinsburyParkCarrots
    FinsburyParkCarrots Seattle, WA Posts: 12,223
    A surge, a curl, a balleen laugh
    massing dorsal plains, fins adance:
    the foragers
    turn in surf.
    Ocean forests breathe
    between the grooves of twenty throats
    and
    whitened viscous curves
    eternally splay,
    endless in sunlight,
    burbling vistas of foam.
    Then, gyrating masses splash back
    tendril orbits of reed
    and giddy jellyfish,
    sending each spinning, current-bound
    from under whipping flukes.
    Together they forage, these dancers,
    by social instinct.
    Together, they are tasking this sharing of krill.
  • olderman
    olderman Posts: 1,765
    looking out upon the desert whereupon i currently gaze,
    in darkness, in the valley of grapes and plums and citrus trees..

    i am toasted beyond belief yet i can describe the scene,
    however dark, however drear, as the chasm o'er which one should not peer..

    my loves have arrived and gone by the path of lost ecstasy,
    so beautiful and sweet...

    and my life was at one time electricfied and blissful,
    so now it is less so;

    looking out upon the dark dessert of this valley,
    i find solace,
    i see someone approaching,
    not from some miracle..

    and yet, from some corner of my rapidly beating heart that is yet to consume the fire and spirit she can offer,

    so as to return three times to her..

    she is my lovely kindred spirit and she is near...
    Down the street you can hear her scream youre a disgrace
    As she slams the door in his drunken face
    And now he stands outside
    And all the neighbours start to gossip and drool
    He cries oh, girl you must be mad,
    What happened to the sweet love you and me had?
    Against the door he leans and starts a scene,
    And his tears fall and burn the garden green
  • FinsburyParkCarrots
    FinsburyParkCarrots Seattle, WA Posts: 12,223
    A man slumps down upon the beach
    his shattered staff rolled by the foam;
    his gown of stars soaked by the stretch
    of tidefoam to his weakened arm.

    He shields his eyes and sees the black
    that pictures death's cacophony:
    A new cry has him turning back:
    This late? Love's next epiphany?...
  • FinsburyParkCarrots
    FinsburyParkCarrots Seattle, WA Posts: 12,223
    Originally posted by olderman
    looking out upon the desert whereupon i currently gaze,
    in darkness, in the valley of grapes and plums and citrus trees..

    i am toasted beyond belief yet i can describe the scene,
    however dark, however drear, as the chasm o'er which one should not peer..

    my loves have arrived and gone by the path of lost ecstasy,
    so beautiful and sweet...

    and my life was at one time electricfied and blissful,
    so now it is less so;

    looking out upon the dark dessert of this valley,
    i find solace,
    i see someone approaching,
    not from some miracle..

    and yet, from some corner of my rapidly beating heart that is yet to consume the fire and spirit she can offer,

    so as to return three times to her..

    she is my lovely kindred spirit and she is near...

    Inspiring poetry, my friend. :)

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