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Thursday, February 9, 2023

Uncaging Oceans (or, Waiting on a Poem)







Let it steal your breath
Let it stir your soul
Let it sweep in sweet surprise
Like oceans that roll
Through shorelines of skin
Where no one can see
Glimmers glance and dance and spin
Into poetry

Let it lilt and waft
Soft as falling snow
Let it be a fist-a-cuff
Hold it, let it go
Let it beg and brood
Stubborn as can be
Until it beckons thought-blood
Into poetry

Let it lure and wink
Let it grip despair
With a tender twist of ink/think
Transform it to prayer
Let it take the lead
Do not rush its sea
Until caged oceans are freed
Into poetry

Let it wash the room
With a brush of sighs
Darling, none can haste the bloom
Till the bud complies
Till whispers withheld 
Yield their mystery
And the murmur of waves meld
Into poetry

Let it test the vest
Of faith's fortitude
Let it storm the mortal breast
Wild and unsubdued
Let it crash and burn
Suffer patiently
Sometimes dust and ash will turn
Into poetry

Let it scale the sky
Dangle from the moon
Tremble like a butterfly
Freed from its cocoon
Let it vex the vim
Of hope, poised to be
A shimmer of stars that brim
Into poetry

Let it move the earth
Though nobody hears
A poem is its own worth
Without thunderous cheers 
 Fan to flame its spark
Gentle as can be 
Until it bursts through dark
Into poetry


© Janet Martin

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