Oct 18
Sea Song
I clothe myself in a cloak
the sea upon my shoulders
wrapped around my back
sand shifts beneath my feet
I have been conquered
turned into the flotsam
floating in chaos
along a northerly current
In the sky rides the sun
touching the waves
painting them with gold
ornaments free for the taking
Join us, join us
cry the waves
release yourself within us—
I have been conquered
Pamela Olson, 10/18/09
For One Single Impression’s
prompt, “conquer”
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I liked the ins and outs of it…
what has time got to do with blood?
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Amazing; the second I have been conquered really hits you.
the waves have a way of calling you, don’t they? it doesn’t take long to find yourself wrapped in their salty goodness. great poem. have a wonderful day.
This is weird; I just had a dream last night that would fit really well with the image you’ve painted here. Nice take on the notion of conquering, too… who can overcome the sea, after all?
(and, that is one cool-lookin’ jellyfish)
I like how you have contrasted being conquered and being free. New ways to see, and I love that!
This rings true and timely. Nice work, as always.
A beautiful song indeed, just captivating. And if I were in charge of naming that jelly, I’d call it a Flamenco Jelly.
The heart-longing ache; the tidal pull of the ocean – such freedom and flotsam I would be.
To be conquered thus would be lovely.