Abyss, your eyes are calling, tempting darkly,
over midnight waves, on wings I’m falling.
In sun the wax is melting, but on skies I soar.
My feet, once lead, have lost their care for ground.
We are the estuary; my river meets your sea,
I’m kelp, and palmtrees in the sand, rooted once,
you are the dolphin, freed, and in the song of moons
in force we dance, we are the sudden tsunami.
Our voices are volcanoes — violently soft
we are the trade winds on the Southern Seas
evermore persistent, on wings the albatross
eroding shorelines, we are the waves and sand
no longer waiting together we are your change.
we are no slaves, our earth is soil and sea.
Today we are writing poetry about change at dVerse Poetics, guided by Toni. We have to do it in under 24 lines or 200 words, which I do by writing a free-verse sonnet, more symbolism of changes we need to do..
September 15, 2015