Shipwreck

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Deep blue waters rush underneath

her prow, sails whipped and torn

in harsh, billowing windstorms

an angry tempest of clouds

beneath a white-hot, full moon

a sudden shift, bone-chilling cold breaking through

the breathless heat of a piercing sun.

Frothy waves violently rocking her hull

stern stabbing into sharp black rocks below

ripping her underbelly, tearing apart

her flesh, exposing her splintered insides

shattered pieces of raw timber torn from her deck.

They float among the smooth pink seashells

like so many footprints

fading away

memories sinking to rest

on the dark ocean floor

eventually, her raw debris

washing up onto shore

with the tide.

img_7439_40_41ac+Written in response to the prompt over @Toads, a-sailing-we-will-go.

Copyright June 27 2016 Stacie Eirich 

Heart Cries

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Heart cries

smiling under

a bright yellow moon

raining heat down my rough skin

its silence a toneless laughter

melting frozen sky to a warm pool

of colorless, translucent rainbows

at my feet.

The sky tastes bitter yet sweet,

like lingonberry jam or raspberry tart.

The laughter is silent yet LOUD, powerful.

The absence of tone and sound, deafening.

The brilliant light of the yellow moon

blinding but fading,

darkened by a particular

sadness.

My toes scraping smooth shells

in the cold, shaded sand

on an endless shore

of lace-scattered dreams.

Copyright June 23 Stacie Eirich

Today’s poem was written in response to the prompt @Toads, which asked us to write a poem with unexpected descriptions. In doing so, I’ve tried to combine words, images and feelings that seem opposite. Wet with dry, rough with soft, light with dark, cold with heat, color with its absence, happy with sad, bitter with sweet and silence with noise. I wanted more time to dig deeper and explore these sensations more, but my writing moments are more like stolen bits of time this summer. So I think I will revisit this by the light of the moon tonight-which seems fitting. To me, to explore our senses and write from both emotion and experience is the heart of poetry. Thanks to Susie @Toads for the inspiration.