Dying –
it’s a little like that back there
“Get a tan, man!” – the beastie boys jeer,
white-raged, she’s facing off fear
Out here, the limits are none
her swirling strands of red-yellow-gold, spun
into halos burning bright as the sun,
jewelled auras for silent incantation,
reposed in peaceful contemplation
of fancies, unbound by vituperation
underwater, she is as fish,
swims human stark antithesis,
becomes her Aphrodite wish
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Updated for Sideview’s weekend theme of Beauty
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oh to be a mermaid, and dive into the cool green depths. (can’t swim myself) … Tension fades as if nothing compared to the soothing arms of the watery womb that is the sea…enjoyed that immensely bb, xPenx
Ah, yes, Pen – very soothing. Growing up on the sub-tropical east coast of Africa, we were taught to swim from a very young age, as is the case here in Australia – I guess the weather creates the need, or not 🙂 xx
Beautiful B., makes me want to go swimming but it’s too cold.
Thanks, Mark. It is too cold – roll on summer in Sydney 😀
Love this one, Blue Bee! 😉
All the Best,
Peace,
Laz
Glad you enjoyed this one, Laz 🙂 Cheers. bb
They always seem to pick on the redheads! I was right there in the poem with this one – a whole story in a few lines. Good one beeblue 🙂 (just realised I may have been calling you bluebee for a while – sorry if i have)
ha,ha , yes, Gabrielle 😉 – we learn to stand up for ourselves from an early age from all that name-calling – probably why we have that fiery-tempered reputation 😀
I just realised it is both 🙂 (bluebee and beeblue)
No matter, Gabrielle – I wanted to register my blog as blubee, but that was already taken, so I just swapped it around – and have another version on my gravatar, for some reason (whatever – a bee by any other name…ha,ha)
Head spinning delight 🙂
Thanks, Jan – do you get to swim in the sea much over your way?
Fantastic, i do like your play on words.
You’re quite gifted
Thanks for the compliment, Richard 🙂
Yes, I love this poem
Thanks, Ray – good to see you here
Oh, to be underwater free as fish — this resonates, Bluebee
Hello Monica 😀 – yes, it’s a wonderful experience to go beneath the sea and float among the mind-boggling array of bizarre and colourful creatures – such peace.
Hope you are enjoying your summer over there.
Best.
bb
Cool, clear water… free as a fish (not a bird). I used to dream what you have written, Bb. Lovely!
Daydreams are good, Adee. I don’t do much of that as an adult. Thanks. bb. xx
Utterly original poem, BB.
I enjoyed reading it, but my old brain has difficulty connecting !
Old age and infirmary, I reckon
John
Hello John 😀
Your command of language in your beautiful poetry is a testament to the fact that old age and infirmary have absolutely no grip on you – sometimes we connect to a poem with that ‘aha’ moment and sometimes we don’t – that’s just the nature of it – and both are just as instructive and interesting for the writer, don’t you think? 🙂
Thanks for your comment
Best
bb
beautiful flow … and sounds nice read aloud 🙂
Thank you, Lazywednesdays 🙂
I apologize for re-blogging your poem – I thought that was allowed on wordpress (it’s actually a legitimate feature of this site – if you look at the toolbar above) However I have removed it at your request.
I appreciate that you only meant well, Lazywednesdays, and thank you very much for respecting my wishes and removing it.
No problem 🙂
Just curious – if the source was acknowledged, what presented the problem?
I have no problem with bloggers linking to posts but if a post and photo is to be reblogged in its entirety, then I’d prefer to be asked as per the site’s copyright notice (as I have been recently for this poem by another blogger). Jamie Dedes, on her blog Musings by Moonlight, has some great advice on copyright, which is a bit of a minefield for most. Thx for this comment, Colonialist – argument most welcome 😀
Good poem. Good story. Beautifully illustrated.
Glad I am too old to worry about such painful things anymore.
Me, too – with ageing comes a certain freedom. Thank you, Jamie 😀
Beautiful BB…water brings freedom little else can. Maybe I’ll dip more than a toe into the channel at Folkestone this Summer…
Take the plunge, Kate 😀
i absolutely love the end of the poem!!!
just read it over and over haha
Your comments always bring a big smile, Eva 😀 – glad you enjoyed this one
the freedom in the water. I’d like to be a dolphin, the beauty of their swimming is a sheer delight for us less capable in the water
yes, they do look as though they enjoy themselves immensely
Vivid images.
The sea is warmer than the sea in Natal at the moment, but my morning dip in the pool has nothing of the tranquility of your poem!
Thx, Colonialist 🙂 I don’t think I’d brave the water at this time of the year, even off the coast of Durbs
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