"seawalls" poems
Are you alive?
Tendrils tickle the surface
And billows
Bloom from the core,
Ribboning thinner than
those things which breach
seawalls,
Seeping impermeable
To flirt with all sides of this vessel.
I saw in him the beauty
The same as I saw the beauty of
suffused ink, mingling
In delicate patterns of fluidity and filament.
His release quivers momentarily,
Hung in fluid stillness, and
Flushed with a desire to saturate.
In saturation, one may think it
Possible to be falling
Up through a falling surge.
We two coalesce at the bottom.
Feb 1, 2011
Feb 1, 2011 at 7:23 PM UTC
~*every distance is a long shot
within reach of a fool*~
Prv. 𝑓:𝑦
bleed your heart out in dripping
poetic pretense―slip
that inky salamander some silk:
*"the wilting waiting flora
bequeathed their busting bouquets and
bountiful bosoms unto the world
in all of its prescient
violence"*
then read it back to yourself
later and be
absolutely disgusted.
throw it away with all the other
things you've done in your
life.
now reach back in your closet
and rattle the skeletons
lingering there.
finger your dreams in the
dark under pressure
from the mind
to find yourself.
the lightning severance
will sing and
anxiety will
harmonize with the knife.
you've done it again...
****** it all up
and everyone
knows it.
you could eat all the erasers
in the world
and your **** still
wouldn't come out correct.
a lifetime of valleys and
seawalls has made you
an avatar of
effortless blunder.
and you can't stop bleeding
all over the page; white
is red again
cause
you blue it.
bleed in―breathe out
breathe in―bleed out
bleed in―breathe out
breathe in―
bleed out...
welcome to the creative
process.
Apr 24, 2021
Apr 24, 2021 at 9:21 AM UTC
Defying the anger of the stormy winds
swearing at her erectness
she stood her ground on the rockface
stony woman, unafraid of raging seas, frosts
ships crashing at her feet.
With one eye winking/flashing,circling
she warned them of men with mustaches and machetes
marauding naked shores far below the banks
where caves in seawalls collided with the rumble
and dash of waves of protest. Nothing moved her.
She stood , solid as the ten commandments
unminding of the raging storms
doing her duty, flaunting her skirts
and dank steps up her heart which
stayed unflinching.
She was all my new woman wanted to be.
st, peters basilica on this rock
holding the keys to my souls entry
into her private heavens
a house with many mansions.
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© Marshall Gass. All rights reserved, a month ago
Oct 23, 2014
Oct 23, 2014 at 4:31 PM UTC
You came riding
the last wave of summer breeze
You stay enduring
the blast of winter freeze
I see in your eyes
bright spray scouring
afternoon sands dancing
straw hat roaming
cobblestones glowing
golden dusts filling air
tropical breath teasing hair
I feel on your lips
fruit punch spilling
pool pub splashing
yarn arbor wrapping
blushed evening
coconut trees clipping shades
aged seawalls humming dreams
So long, scrolls, taps and dots
for the rest of my days
my feet beside hers
treading sapphire waves
Jan 24, 2017
Jan 24, 2017 at 7:03 AM UTC