Sea
Sea
There’s a sadness in me
that if I were a sea
would be the sea weed,
endlessly re-fronding
like a ghost that weaves
its own winding sheet,
and in that unwinding
of deeper green
the sea wants
to weep
as if there were room
in such water
for any more
salt; as if there were room
in such salt
for any more
wound;
only maybe the unwound sadness
is itself the sea,
and me, the weed,
life being suffering, according to many,
and me, for all of it,
sprouting at odd angles, joy–
oh boy, says she/me/this
small sea.
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Draft poem belatedly for Fireblossom’s prompt on Real Toads, about finding the grey in the good. I don’t think this really fits–I did another which seemed kind of silly but maybe will post sometime. (Thanks. Shay, for great prompt!)
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May 28, 2016 at 12:09 am
I think this fits ‘sadness in me’ pretty good, K. At least my sadness. Almost all now has been washed away or over salted and is pretty well gone. Memories and a stifled sob are still around and I imagine those puddles wIll remain until I am not. It’s been forty-eight years since things got bad for a while.
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May 29, 2016 at 8:45 am
Thank you, Jim, for kind comment. Glad that those sadnesses are somewhat resolved for you. k.
May 30, 2016 at 10:28 am
Jim, I believe Karin’s poem touched both of us in a similar way ~ stifled sobs an apt description. For me, 47 years past.
May 28, 2016 at 5:51 am
I have never thought of sadness in that way before. But there is a point when you see how it can grow underneath the mirror of a perfect sea. Wonderful,
May 28, 2016 at 8:42 am
Draft, my eye. This is really good.
May 28, 2016 at 9:03 am
I meant that it is wholly unedited. I’ve been under a lot of pressure– so letting myself just write something and not worry about fixing!
May 28, 2016 at 9:06 am
This has great movement with its long and short lines, like the seaweed fronds unfurling.
May 28, 2016 at 9:41 am
Thank you, Kerry.
May 28, 2016 at 9:36 am
WOW! This is wonderful…love the ghost weaving its own winding sheet……the salt and the wound….and the “me/this small sea.” A fantastic poem!
May 28, 2016 at 9:40 am
Thanks so much, Sherry.
May 28, 2016 at 11:23 am
“..as if there were room
in such water
for any more
salt; as if there were room
in such salt
for any more
wound..”
You know i don’t often quote, karin, but this is really an element so well-combined, so well-set in the midst of the poem’s floating feel, that it really struck me as an example of something all too rare–pure poetry. Sometimes being lost at sea is better, more important for the journey than being in charge of getting there–so exhausting, especially when weakened by loss of blood. Lovely sadness, and a sweetness, as well.
May 28, 2016 at 12:04 pm
Hey Joy, (Ha–just thinking of your name here.) Thanks for your kind comment. I am not sure about parts of the poem, but I was very pleased that it came out whole as it were, and will think about my uncertainties later! Thanks again. k.
May 29, 2016 at 8:00 am
Oh, God, this is gorgeous. And the photo. Thanks.
Greetings from London.
May 29, 2016 at 8:45 am
Ha, thanks, Cubano.
May 30, 2016 at 10:29 am
~ straight to my heart, your poem.