I am trying to capture the exact colour of the ocean
so you can paint it for me
when I am long gone from here.
You would use smooth, soft, browns
for the strokes of sand,
and a palette knife of stone
for the small islands off shore,
breaching as they surface for air.
But I am lost in the belly of the wave.
Look now and it's a dark turquoise
laced with white foam,
but it is only that colour for a moment
before it tumbles, turns, folds in on itself
to reflect a deeper green,
mimicking the wind blown cedars on the shore.
Then emerald and indigo
streaked through with silver
memories of oversized gum boots filling
with a shock of sapphire.
Hysterical laughter
soothed with smoky gray
until the ocean meets the sky
and there is no horizon.
Tiny rain drops of acrylic, oil, and watercolour
run down the canvas, all the way to my
childhood.
i already commented on this piece. but i must again. so glad you posted it here too!!!
ReplyDeletei am such a lover of word, and mostly what i love is the very intentional laying down of one's emotional existence; using as precise as possible, the words that hit the notes that make the music of meaning. sigh.
the opening two lines are simply deep. bigger sigh.
when you write, 'look now..' it reminds me of virginia woolf. she had the same inclinations to pay no attention to the boundary of writer and reader and talked to her audience as if they were there beside her. i like this.
i would like to sink my body thru a swelling wave right about. now.
beautiful. i feel your love of the ocean and the feelings it holds for you.
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