Endless Sighting of Sand in Palmyra

Endless Sighting of Sand in Palmyra

A Poem by jonah

Red irons, red masts,

mist;

This is the sea.

 

Missed. We should have sailed

a little bit further so

we had,

 

at least,

 

a little chance to return

home. Hovering

within the malaise of this dense afterimage;

I can hug all these trunks, I can hug you again

on a day that just seems to collapse

into a recursive bonfire, airplanes

that fly into inaudible sunlight.

 

It came to our toes with a hum,

-like a lost black box-

with freak foams of flotsam critters, telling

us of a splash so weightless it never knows

from where it has sprung.

Then, a shore. Then,

a small spoon.

A swoon?

Because of what inside the crates?

Because of

 

what behind the crates.

Because we hate having dinner at

home. All flushed

(honey, you’re holding my hand too tightly)

as we starts decomposing the patterns

of our wallpaper, the calendar in the hotel room,

the monotonous bark of dogs.

It seems that it’s the sharks now.

The sharks…

 

The bend.

You see it?

I’m taking it all, day

by day, bone by bone,

runways for ghosts.

Afternoons send us to a missing sleep

under green, humdrum,

gossamer

palms.

 

Because I saw it concealed within your hair,

the fine linen of alien winds.

Troubled, since it was never with us in the first place,

it asked with the strangest tone of air:

 

“Who are you? Why are you here?”


© 2015 jonah



Author's Note

jonah
I was intrigued by the tales about the Palmyra atoll. Things about curse, disappearances, and the double murder that happened to a couple there. The sea is a mysterious place, and i express that in this poem. Though, it's not really portraying the actual happenings, it's my personal impression on the atoll. I'm still not sure about the flow, though. So, tell me what you think :)

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This is really great, jonah. As far as the flow, read and re-read it out loud, leave it for a few hours. Read and re-read it again out loud and mentally, you will know what to do next. It might be an entirely different poem when you are done. The root power of a piece should be kept in mind, then reveal it more with every trim and stain.

Posted 2 Years Ago


Chris

2 Years Ago

No problem, jonah. You can also try speaking them out loud as you write. This gives you the opportun.. read more
jonah

2 Years Ago

definitely gonna try that out! thanks, Chris. you're helping me a lot! :) oh who do you read anyway?.. read more
Chris

2 Years Ago

I've read a few things. But, more important than what you read is the seeking after the core of your.. read more
Well written and very interesting, I enjoyed reading this.
Thanks for sharing and b-blessed!

Posted 2 Years Ago


jonah

2 Years Ago

thank you very much, James! I'm so glad you enjoyed it :) I do hope this poem would be enjoyable and.. read more
Wow, this is really really good!
And also a very interesting poem to read
Good piece of poetry you have here! :)

Posted 2 Years Ago


jonah

2 Years Ago

thank you, Lizardo! hahah it's always interesting to read about mysterious places around the world. .. read more

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Added on February 7, 2015
Last Updated on February 23, 2015
Tags: mystery, loss, depression, tragedy, isolation

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jonah
jonah

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