Poseidon's Waters

The seed from the lens of God falls
from above and the rain’s claws
become old songs scratching
against stained panes of a glass vice —

I am only briefly touched
and lifted out of myself in a tweezers clutch
My ant-body separates like oil and water
leaving me to bleed a rainbow and swirl

Curling like a singed strand of hair, the fingers
of conch wombs let go, let me dilate in the wind’s arms
Sand melts me crystal clear and the ache is gone—

My welt-red newborn memories gasp in the dark for air.

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palewingedpoetess's picture

WOW! this poem sounds almost drug induced!

I like the other worldly way you weave your words here.Is a beautiful gift you  have. I'm hooked now, I'll read them all. Keep sharing. Don't break my poetic heart and stop now. There are names for poets who do that and they are not pretty names! ( laughs) again thanks so much for sharing. Your words sure brighten a dreary winter's morning! Sincerely, Melissa Lundeen.

cerulean_soulhaze's picture

:-)

Thank you! I don't plan to stop!!! I'll be re-posting some old poems over the next few days as I edit them for the book. My sister designed a stunning cover for it - if you're interested you can find it on my blog: http://nick-purdon.blogspot.com/
Thanks again for your kind words!
Nick