Beneath water’s churning load,
eternity splits into pieces of
before and after.
Waves tunnel caves of grief
through a crazy chattering frenzy of ocean,
swallowing villages,
indiscriminately scooping
anything into its roil.
Frothing beaches melt into a sea
that belches a mass of debris
shattering a wake of absence
with its own broken pieces
cut from before
heaped into after
moonshine and foam.
An invisible sense of delivery
from evil
giggles up from the bottom
of the deep blue sea.
Dark and alluring,
it waits.
Brenda Warren 2013
Visit The Sunday Whirl.
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Intense from the start. I too thought tsunami. Wonderful write!
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‘Frothing beaches melt into sea’ I just love that whole stanza. LIke the mysterious ending.
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I also thought of a tsunami, but as the cleansing waves. The giggles belong to the mermaids.
Powerful write.
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Oh my. You really did it this time. Powerful waves washing clean the detritus of yore.
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great piece of writing; sadly the vision is tsunami
much love…
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Fantastic write. I agree with Marianne — “beneath water’s churningload, eternity splits into pieces of before and after.” Wow. What an opening! The close is dark and frightening.
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Wow, Brenda. You have some wonderful imagery in this.
Pamela
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Brought back memories of the tsunami and the evil one waits to stir up another one!! I shudder to think that such evils lie in wait for us!!
The turbulence, the untamed wildness and the ferocity of the ocean is so alive in your poem!!
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Dark use of “giggles”. A tsunami in waiting.
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“Dark and alluring, it waits.”
Sounds evil!
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Nature get its vengeance on mankind is how I read it…and it surely will. Loved the use of the word roil.
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And I’m echoing Marianne’s words, both the admiring ones re this poem…it’s sensational…and the ones of gratitude for managing to keep the site going despite such a busy time in your personal life. Brava.
Great words…my attempt that also worked (sorta)for dVerse…
http://thepoet-tree-house.blogspot.ca/2013/06/a-sun-as-pale-as-moonshine.html
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I absolutely love that last stanza, Brenda, but the whole poem moves restlessly, churning up thoughts and emotions like the sea dumping debris on shore. This one moves and doesn’t stop telling itself, not even in the waiting.
Elizabeth
PS sorry for being MIA these past two weeks. Having trouble writing anything that makes sense. Will try again next week.
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This line is brilliant, Brenda:
“Beneath water’s churning load,
eternity splits into pieces of
before and after.”
So much to love in this deeply moving poem.
Thanks for keeping the group going in spite of your incredibly busy schedule!
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