Carried on the rising tide of night
flotillas of persistent dreams set sail,
while whirlpools circumnavigate my mind,
attempt to drown it. I pray for quiet sleep
to steer a course towards a harbour's calm
waters. But all the while I hear the cries
of ancient nightmares sinking down towards
night's ocean bed, biding time to resurface...
Written for The Mag
Ebony bodies
intertwine in a sculpture
carved from the darkness
Very thoughtful take. One can feel the swirling eddy.
ReplyDeleteSucked in the whirlpool.
ReplyDeleteOh, so fitting! I like the way you tweaked the image too.
ReplyDeleteAnd like Other Mary I also wanted to compliment the image-tweaking!!! Beautiful words too, of course (I especially like the final bit about ebony bodies)! *smile* Gorgeous!
ReplyDeleteEspecially loved "ebony bodies"! A great image.
ReplyDeleteThe water one will haunt me in my dreams ;-)
ReplyDeleteI love what you did with the image, taking out the black and white creates an entirely different train of thought, focusing on the human element. I didn't do that. I like it that you did. DROWNED takes me back to the image of a few weeks ago. Good closing!
ReplyDeleteI salute you and your ever constant uniqueness! I love it.
ReplyDeleteAh, disturbed nights . . . what's the remedy?
ReplyDeleteLovely write!
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ReplyDeleteLet's try that again -- not sure which I liked best! I loved the image of drowning, and the way you tweaked the original photo was perfect. I also really like the idea of "ebony bodies . . . carved from the darkness"
ReplyDeleteWell done!
But all the while I hear the cries
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the ocean bed, biding time to resurface...
dang i love the ominous feeling that give...marvelous mag jinksy
I love how you modify the pictures... pick out something unique and different from them. Enjoyed this, Jinksy!
ReplyDeleteI loved your analogy of "disturbing dreams" linked to images of being tossed on "the rising tide of night". I attempted an analogy of paint to chocolate, but I don't know if it was as successful. Thank you for sharing this Jinksy.
ReplyDeleteI'm liking the metaphores of water very much Jinksy...great poem!
ReplyDeleteFantastic! Your blue is creative but a bit creepy...truth to tell a lot more than a bit. Your dark rendering is perfect! My exact reaction to the photo. Evil. I can't touch this one.
ReplyDeleteVery good Pen. I liked the top picture and poem - Dave
ReplyDeleteThe very thought of drowning is so powerful. As are your words. I love what you did with the photo!! So cool! Totally changes the feel!
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SUeAnn
Brilliant poem!!! I love the alliteration throughout and the are freaky. They'll give me nightmares tonight :)
ReplyDelete...oops, left a word out..."the photos are freaky".
DeleteYup I am glad for the hope of floating-sleep and peace.
DeleteNightmarish depths, beautifully composed Jinksy.
ReplyDeleteIsabel x
That second piece is exquisite!
ReplyDeleteThe cries of ancient nightmares--lasting and powerful. I love both pieces, Jinksy. Excellent stuff!
ReplyDeleteBrava!
ReplyDeletereally like where you went with this....nicely done
ReplyDelete"The cries of ancient nightmares"...so many layers arise from a deep place..
ReplyDeleteSome careful thought and effort went into this piece. May you be granted that quiet sleep.
ReplyDeleteCracking words. I enjoyed the depth of them.
ReplyDeletethe altered imagery is paired so well with your words.
ReplyDeleteI love what you did with the image ... the bodies surrounding the beauty are as intriguing as she is!
ReplyDeleteSheez! I think you have been reading my mind and making poetry out of it! Well done!
ReplyDeleteFabulous poem, but you might feel better if you drank no coffee and ate no cooked cheese late at night!
ReplyDeleteHaunting!! Gosh... these memories can be sooo nagging at times!
ReplyDeleteA wonderful way of describing that, Jinksy...
And I loooooove what you did with the image! Totally Cool !
This is fantastic!
ReplyDeleteClever twist on the image, Jinsky. The verse is equally beautiful!
ReplyDeleteHank
Your first poem gives voice to the fears of those with frequent night terror.
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