Sausalito, 2013
They all nod in recognition.
I'm baffled, yet
nod along.
I read every line and see
nothing but murk.
Keep reading. In time
it will make sense.
Quiet persistence. A few of us
still believe in it. I am
one of the few.
Once in a while
I will swim up
from the bottom, eyes
just above the surface.
Is it safe out there?
And my voice, raspy
from silence, will share with you
what I believe.
Quiet persistence. I love this part.
ReplyDeleteI've met this bafflement before; and the quiet persistence. I'm one of the few too.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful.
Each line makes me think, in a good way.
ReplyDeleteSimply beautiful, thanks for sharing!
ReplyDeleteThe ocean, the seaside, the beach, on a sailboat...memories of all surface while reading your poem.
ReplyDeleteSo beautiful, and close to heart...thank you Denise.
ReplyDeletelove your poem, and love that you have shared it with us. there's a quiet persistence in that, too, and a raspy truth.
ReplyDeleteReading over your notes and smiling. A nice addition to my morning. Thank you.
ReplyDeletePerhaps it's the raspy voice, but I imagine a mermaid who has lived through many sailor-loves, a siren with so many songs that she's forgetting a few, and whose hair is made from moldy seaweed.
ReplyDeleteI love your mermaid, Rachael. And your imagination.
Deletereassuring image.
ReplyDeleteboth image and words.
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