Anatomy of a Wave
– On Crests of a Buoyant Hand
Take yourself to the water’s edge,
watch a wave bend and swell.
Hear the bubbles and fizz, subtle
and shining like mossy green.
That curl of an uncertain geometry
floating into a mindless fall,
into the shape of hard steel bliss,
into those cool silver-ish tones.
And then it tumbles, like vertigo,
between horizons of blue-eyed sky.
Anatomy of a Shipwreck
– To Die on a Strange Beach
It might as well be a kite
tossed on a string,
this silent body
on a mortician’s slab.
Its rudder turned back on itself,
anchor torn by the curling hands
of a wave.
A proud ship laid waste between
the sky and sea and a dull ache
as it scrapes the ocean floor.
16 Dec/21: Written for Miz Quickly’s “Some People Are Good At Titles” ©Misky 2021 Shared with #apoemaday on Twitter