"pelagic" poems
Her serene face, lovely sleepy moon,
framed by long tresses of dark curly clouds
on which he traces pelagic memories
remains focused on his, for a while,
then,
her eyes, lovely restless beetles, sweetly
buzz around his eager lips, swollen with desire.
Closer she comes, he loves that coquettish look
on her face, how cheeky, the moves she make
as if she is game for the tryst, right now
whatever it takes from her part. it's clear.
How love makes a simple maiden, daring!
Dark beetles bring him memories of pollen,
mingled scents that cover her body head to toe,
now her lips are on his, exploring gently its contours
when teeth and swirling tongue too join in,
the cravings of unbridled horses of amour
they both come to be aware, when eyes involuntarily close.
When the red eyed embers of love turn to flames,
love boils in their cauldron, they rediscover passion,
as if they are green horns, once again in the enchanted woods
in this land of cupid, where the love rules are hurriedly rewritten.
Apr 2, 2014
Apr 2, 2014 at 7:30 AM UTC
my thoughts, so potent just before--
like fresh-pressed olive drops
that lingered, lipping from the fragrant spout--
now pass, diffuse atop an ocean vast.
i imagine willing it to be a pond,
not for its lesser size alone
but mostly for its calm,
reflective height; yet
these waves are
distort ruthlessness
of liquid dust
by slapping, tower-high
the central ocean rip-whirl tide:
and gone--
as Homer's heroes screaming as they drown,
deaf as oars but for their final gasps
of yearned-for clarity:
of nameless pride's Ithacan king
abrading lustful wrists
restrained to blind a god's son's single eye
by tentacles of twisting, tactful fate.
by threaded loom rethreaded
soon i see my salty self in suit
of sameness, tricking time
by indolence or theft--
from truth, from others' hearths--
the difference winks in bubbles on the cosmic shore...
foam so clean i grin to call it spume,
grin to brace the seabed to my algaed chest
in salinating crush of sand, of blood-sharp shell and rock,
in sungreen warmth of blue and life
in crashing sinus wince
i grit aegean nereids in my sneeze,
splay their formless sexing into pelvic scrapes
of quickened starbursts anciently reborn,
squeezed in pleasure tears and laughing drops--
as all pelagic ***** must
within the pressure of a world,
its breathing darkness spotted with transmuted sun,
expel itself in sensate gusts--
as octopodal spurting flings
in liquid ****** of purpose forth,
(or backwards, sideways, in and out)--
so too i think
and thinking, drown my ink
instead of drowning thinking in my ink
.
Feb 28, 2016
Feb 28, 2016 at 11:11 PM UTC
'literature has a way of owning you'--
(the author said, after the book-signing;
and taking me behind the shelves, showed me
what possession meant, riptide trough and swell)
---much as the sea lays claim to one adrift,
to drown or hold aloft, then pin to bed,
displacing breath; choke...release...toss free, choke;
lungs drenched: retching silt, pelagic darkness
spotted with the faint transmuted sun.
whether full to glint a myriad in sky,
or blind to evanesce in foam and spray...
an atlantean crush of symbols: lost--
my inner mythic fades to distant waves
revising how i write of self, sunk
Oct 13, 2013
Oct 13, 2013 at 5:57 PM UTC
Romantically tragic,
I am your Opheliac,
So emotionally pelagic,
My obsession is magic,
For I'm beautifully a maniac.
Madness is a virtue,
So I constantly panic,
You know it's true,
This depression is manic,
But it's all for you.
In love, I'm insane,
It's unbearably nostalgic,
My eyes red from rain,
Pathologically neurologic.
It's a disease in my brain,
And you know what, I love it!
Oct 4, 2014
Oct 4, 2014 at 3:11 AM UTC
*The beauty of this expression,
Makes a difference in any situation.
An alternative to voiced words,
A weapon against the sharpest swords.
Panacea for the painful heart and tearful eyes,
Connects to the soldiers under other land’s skies.
Exchange of feelings between lovers,
In tough times, one inspiring peace, sobers.
Under the spell of rain, flows straight from the soul,
Always successful in covering those doubted holes.
Fills the silence with its devices,
Holds the power to fill the crevices.
It helps in the appreciation of the serenity of nature,
Although boneless, full of life and soul, it indeed is a living creature.
Yes, poetry is this electric and colourful magic.
Captivating all hearts and minds, its effect is so pelagic.*
Jun 27, 2014
Jun 27, 2014 at 12:16 AM UTC
pelagic hearts sink fast,
intercostal routines never cycle to dead standstill:
we've drowned, at last!
taking vicious inbetween gulps of night air, stealing unsatisfactions,
meagre half-lung fills.
tread the water,
watch it grow
from clean nothing
to the murk of azure, affections and
crowding of teeth on that
vast sandy below,
miles down in the darkness,
husks of hope,
filter-fed,
through experiential banks and
cut down to bled chum.
and me,
here;
I wonder why,
you're so sad,
with the world in your palm.
Feb 19, 2013
Feb 19, 2013 at 7:27 PM UTC
a kelp forest fire
man-made pelagic demise
the vengeful tides rise
Feb 3, 2021
Feb 3, 2021 at 4:20 PM UTC
evolution of music
that lives and grows inside me
generation that takes up after me
no word for music, to make this rhythmic
that beat flows into my vein
like a bulb flashes with unstable current
the smile sprinkles in, with no vain,
as if i am eating a blackcurrant
I stand there, just to watch it bloom,
into me, like the music flows
that flower to show me its true fume,
hands in blush, eyes in rush as it glows.
I sit,think,walk,see
never stops the blue magic
such a clown of sea
as all fly like it does in pelagic.
Nov 24, 2015
Nov 24, 2015 at 11:30 AM UTC
What rises at night but calls to me
That cymbal-crashing, moaning sea
Draws me through the humid air
Woe is me, again nobody is there.
And in the water that I can see
Reflects the moonlight back at me
“Murky Mirror, call me close,
I love you though I am morose.”
And then the ocean whispers so slight
Its voice is silvery, quiet at night.
“What love is this, from your heart?
Words mean nothing, they’re empty, ****
“But I am more!” Cried I to the sea,
“And I came here to set you free!”
And so the sea sobbed a mist,
“Your eyes are dark, love you twist.”
Then I again yelled to the nighttide,
“Why fight then, if you just subside?”
So the irate waves get loose
“My soul desires your water’s sluice!”
“If that is your wish, then so be it.”
And for the sea, my life I quit.
Like a raft, I drift away
From my dreams, I’ll opt to stray.
I do not know where I’ve come to be
In my pelagic life on the sea
But while I drift here alone
I can no longer hear that wretched moan.
Oct 2, 2017
Oct 2, 2017 at 12:14 AM UTC
Do you feel the pull away?
The crashing tides receding,
to run as tender rivulets along the beach
as if to say an inter-tidal goodbye to the shores
Back to the ocean
the water will run my love,
a reminder of the times
the sea intermixed with sureness and the stones
only your shorelines could offer
a pelagic mind adrift.
Jul 1, 2017
Jul 1, 2017 at 5:14 AM UTC
“Littoral of living onto the pelagic is of the lifeless,
Every sea squall dead leaves fall reminding of seasons,
Ocean dreams between mix utterances of thoughts,
Crossing over where you once started out from,
The cape laid far ahead and high upon it a continent,
The sea waves rose like white columns as it breaks,
Never knowing which way is easy to forget the afore,
Which coast has wavered upon the next victors horizon?
And which one may rise to meet you in the dusk of eve,
And the days lay are so many dark and unpropitious,
Huge surging blissful waves rising on the blue sea,
The sprays from ocean waves like falling torrent fog,
One’s life on the sea is oh so cold and inauspicious,
And yet some place within the deep my shallow awaits,
Evening now upon the shore and in the fading
Another day bloom and resurrects from the abyss
Sunset as the blackbirds come flying above,
Coruscation of sunset evanesces into the night
of my Archipelago azimuth”
By A. Guzaldo 07/23/2018 ©
Jul 23, 2018
Jul 23, 2018 at 11:47 PM UTC
Life spent as lent
Twirls of uncondescending senseless ideas my mouth spew
Saying words I didn’t meant
Sadness of all leafs autumn threw
Where did it all go, all the magic´s gone?
All is seen unclearly beneath the pelagic under the sun
Reminders from yesterday make me reminisce de past
Concluding with hopes that this won´t last.
Mar 4, 2019
Mar 4, 2019 at 10:39 AM UTC