IdolatryA Poem by Jacqueline Murray28 December 2013
It is with desirous pupils wide and fists clenched pink that the
center of the sea observes sea foam. Kissing with crashing passion the pallid Sands that from a misty distance the waves of the deep watch with cheeks flushed green. The sand crab wonders in a state of wonder which is deeper, the middle of the ocean or the middle of the Shore. But the sea knows its own depth, it feels in its stomach sharks gliding coolly like planes. How deep is the Shore, has anybody searched? The sea foam knows not but knows how soft the surface where indentations shaped like toes lie. They do not walk. With metal detector eyes round as saucers the voyager lost at sea feasts upon the Land and ponders what Treasure Trove thrives beneath. But no arms are long enough to extend past a shipwrecked boat docked at the sky, anchor of paper bobbing on the face of the glassy water to plant shovel in Earth. And water doesn't have arms to begin with. © 2014 Jacqueline Murray |
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Added on January 26, 2014 Last Updated on January 26, 2014 Tags: love, idolatry, admiration, wistfulness, desire, envy, frustration AuthorJacqueline MurrayManhattan, NYAboutI have a tendency to fall off the map sometimes. more..Writing
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