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January 16, 2006
MLK DAY
Yesterday was great fun. We went to the midway and ABBA’s Dancing Queen became my theme song. I won a pair of slippers with matching bag because of my killer dance moves. I might have won the slippers because my shoes kept falling off. I believe it was the dancing though and that is what the benefactor said so there.
I wrote this poem last January. It is part of my beach series and is about a dream I had aboard ship in. It is a cold day after much warmth and I felt the cold might help in interpretation.
humidity
Leap
Upon the Caribbean Seas
January
A task to tell a dream to thee,
of a subconscious well drowned.
I wish to tell of swaying sea,
for there in rolling waves illusion is found.
Rising to walking upon prickling carpet
Dark sky, Bright sea, my ship surround
Bare feet on jagged concrete, smooth palms upon the parapet,
Leaning down, pushing in, a reed no more to stand erect.
Soon the white metal rail upon my foot begins to
bite,
Therefore I climb closer in clutching smooth mahogany.
Neptune cajoles ‘come be my sprite’.
Offering cold air, humidity tide, mixed androgyny
desire for deep drenching sun!
Aeolus assists in a covetous felony,
For I yearn the western gale – Make me Undone!
The glorious gale commits defenestration,
And toward heat I fall –see joy has begun.
Is there not some abortion?
From the seas my betrayer
For my folly there was no admonition.
Neptune will not bathe me as his lover.
Icy cold death repeatedly will bombard.
My spirit seeks up, is escape discovered-never!
My frozen form hits again the ship like a billiard,
Frigid pain is my lot hence forward.
self discloser | By razorback | 12:04 AM
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