To what is happening

By Itane Vero

Fri, 14 Aug 2015
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I dreamed I woke up. I heard the peachy waves

hitting the metal parts of cargo ship. I heard

 

the carnal cries of sea gulls in a spiritual space.

A captain greeted me. "We live the life we live,"

 

he told me shamelessly (his broad moustache

gleamed as dates in morning light). On the deck

 

stood the other passengers. Clowns, presidents,

pastors, scientists, terrorists, a mother with  

 

a child who tossed two strawberries into the sea.

The water stretched before me like a superficial

 

ideology. Still I had no idea what was expected.

I should ask the captain where the trip went to?

 

Would it be useful for a meeting with the pastor

to ask him the meaning of this tour? The clown

 

took me by the hand. "Pay attention," he said.

And set off with a unicycle on the slippery deck.

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Comments

Submitted by Deliberately Ev... on

Like a strange and interesting dream.

The beat of your heart is the mellifluent rhythm to my soul.

Submitted by Michael Valentine on

A lot of imagery to take in here. I've read it a dozen times or so now and I'm still finding new things, despite the simplicity of the format. My favourite line must be, "the carnal cries of seagulls". Although any poem which ends with the image of a clown on a unicycle upon a slippery deck is an absolute winner in my opinion. I can't wait to go back and read through your other pieces. Well done!