shells for maria

[Perdida]

the Andaman sounds
and resounds
it plays its soul music
and sings songs of lone gods
that emerge from her

gods of fine silk stone
like ghosts
whisper to the sleeping
in the shape of dark angels
and silver dreams

the ginger cat cradles his woes
and i am like a blind fish
eyes wide open
and Koh Yao Noi
my reef

i drown in this sky
begging to forget
hands that did not reach
hands that did not touch

this is the way life is
burning with dreams

i gather the first light
like a bell of grapes

bearing its blood-red wine
chasing the shadows away
scattered pink
like a hundred tiny crabs
beneath its first ripened
stomp
to gift me with shells

© perdida

note: Koh Yao Noi, an island off Phuket, Thailand.

[Doreen Peri]

gawd that's beautiful!

[constantine]

ditto and then some.

[hester_prynne]

"this is the way life is
burning with dreams "

Incredible lines here....
within many others...
Love this
H

[Arcadia]

the beggining of the poem reminds me a Borges tale in an exquisite way!!

powerful, delicate sounds perdida!!!!! thanks for sharing them!!!!!!!!

[mtmynd]

beautiful, perdida. truly.

[saw]

music, color and sheer beauty.....nice work

[sweetwater]

dreamy

[Perdida]

good morning all! Thank you so much for reading and for your lovely lovely replies. They mean alot to me.

[Lightning Rod]

pretty pretty, Perdida

I need a towel after reading this