I dream of Rusalka
and some mermaid’s lyric call
strikes a chord in a cold sea,
so I swim, with oxygen filled
lungs, a balloon of lonely sentiments,
only luggage to accompany me
through the currents of Sunday...
I am not ashamed of this regression
and eyelids open I am embraced
by cooler currents that lead me
from one dream to the other
until I penetrate the soft limbo,
oxygen filled lungs my only
luggage, my only luxury and maybe
a zest of courage, maybe --
amnesic me, a little carefree
in a mellifluous flow, there are lips parted,
slowly trembling lobes, welcoming me
to the sound I discover, the melody
of my own notes in a cold
amniotic sea, to travel again,
to learn again, from the forgotten
to the lovingly conquered
knowledge,
a
zest of courage,
a colorful opening, I see
phyllidiae, in a once cold sea.
Axilea, for me this is a ghostly ("Rusalka") journey from prenatal existence to our rush from the womb, "in a cold amniotic sea", into the light of day at the moment of birth. A metaphor requiring aplomb as you chose the phyllidia, a not so beautiful sea slug as your messenger. A finely honed picture have you painted for the reader. I wish you peace and love always, your friend, Jon Michael
Lovely descriptions, Axilea.
I looked up phyllidia in a dictionary and the nearest I came was phyllid - moss or liverwort leaf.I use my imagination this is animal not vegetable, its beginnings back in the ancient past. The swimmer for a moment wanting to return to the sea.
Beautifully projected to a place in the readers mind where it settles amidst the fine champagne bubbles of a liquid dream where you artistically create a melody from those notes.
even the word "phyllidia" is sluggish, isn't it?! Like Charlie, I love the coolness of the imagery and stillness of the sounds that conjure that deep-sea slow-mo, finally punctured and punctuated by that red-lipped gash and gasp, the breath of life. Beautiful stream of consciousness here. I'm sure Virginia Woolf would love this! :)) xx
That last line's a real zinger, Girl. I love how the poem is melancholy blue-green, and then WOW! there's that color in the end accompanied by the word "zest" which is so colorful, that the rest fairly pools in color.
I want to say something about the autumnal thoughts that come when phyllidiae are mentioned... leaves are so symbolic of endings, and yet these leaf-resembling bugs are the complete opposite--a reminder of what seems is not always what is, and the thought that one is noticed in the midst of myths and ghosts and cold and deathly cold atmosphere, is a good shock to us readers' senses. Here, is found something rare and colorfully alive in the poem of an uncommonly good writer. --Charlie
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I looked up phyllidia in a dictionary and the nearest I came was phyllid - moss or liverwort leaf.I use my imagination this is animal not vegetable, its beginnings back in the ancient past. The swimmer for a moment wanting to return to the sea.
ET
your poem. Well done ~ Axilea
Lady Mary Ann
always a pleasure... as line swallows line
leading the reader ever closer to fine...
Roger
Ron
Always,
Deborah
I want to say something about the autumnal thoughts that come when phyllidiae are mentioned... leaves are so symbolic of endings, and yet these leaf-resembling bugs are the complete opposite--a reminder of what seems is not always what is, and the thought that one is noticed in the midst of myths and ghosts and cold and deathly cold atmosphere, is a good shock to us readers' senses. Here, is found something rare and colorfully alive in the poem of an uncommonly good writer. --Charlie
Blessings,
Christine
taking with you your courage and your heart.
I like!
peace and love
dan
When it ended I had goose bumps running down my spine.
I was reminded of a mermaid I spotted on the sea.
dwb
Regis
:) Janna