Wednesday, August 14, 2013

Mermaid

 Sausalito, 2013

They all nod in recognition.
I'm baffled, yet
nod along.

I read every line and see
nothing but murk.

Keep reading. In time
it will make sense.

Quiet persistence. A few of us
still believe in it. I am
one of the few.

Once in a while
I will swim up
from the bottom, eyes
just above the surface.

Is it safe out there?

And my voice, raspy
from silence, will share with you
what I believe.

11 comments:

  1. Quiet persistence. I love this part.

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  2. I've met this bafflement before; and the quiet persistence. I'm one of the few too.
    Beautiful.

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  3. Each line makes me think, in a good way.

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  4. Simply beautiful, thanks for sharing!

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  5. The ocean, the seaside, the beach, on a sailboat...memories of all surface while reading your poem.

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  6. So beautiful, and close to heart...thank you Denise.

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  7. love your poem, and love that you have shared it with us. there's a quiet persistence in that, too, and a raspy truth.

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  8. Reading over your notes and smiling. A nice addition to my morning. Thank you.

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  9. Perhaps it's the raspy voice, but I imagine a mermaid who has lived through many sailor-loves, a siren with so many songs that she's forgetting a few, and whose hair is made from moldy seaweed.

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    1. I love your mermaid, Rachael. And your imagination.

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  10. reassuring image.
    both image and words.
    n♥

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