By Tristan Vick
October 31, 2004
Squid Safari
Glistening against midnight ripples,
Luminescent light was forged from the deepest blue ocean
Awakening spirits.
Sing a song as many sailors do,
Behold the magnificence painted by the greatest artificer.
A thousand and one eyes winked at yet a thousand more.
The hum of the burning ember, the filament
Talking of majesty with the crush of the wave;
In-between was a dance, an articulation.
Time was not important
No more was this reality aware of the first bellow and blow;
The wind huffed a warm, salty sentence
Reassuring, comforting, but never really heard,
A distant, faint music beating in tangent with nature’s rhythm;
Sublimity.
Clapping caused white foamy spray
Perpetual infinity linked among the golden chains, the night’s air gestured
Pausing, breathing, contemplation, intelligence
They came for the grandeur.
1 comment:
Yes, it is true. You can read this poem from the perspective of a squid, or a fisherman who is hunting squid. It works for both parties. Neat isn't it?
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