What The Water Gave Me.

Inspired by Florence + The Machine's song with the same title.

Wind knocks the Earth,
Like a heavy hand,
In an array of bird feathers and salt.
All perpendicular to this axis
(A display it is known for.)
It then shoots the leaves,
Into the throats of old men
Until they suffer quickly and die,
And all aged die.


Sun splashes its colour on sleepy sands,
Like a hairy brush,
And again.
Brighter and hungrier.
Stretching until it blinds,
Its enraged heat begins to roam,
Charcoaling children,
Turning their backs to black,
And their souls to smoke.
Their screams become a yellow substance that quickly fades into dust and a whisper and a careless stroke.
Another hue,
Made by an unknown hand,
On the canvass of retardation.
Where my eyes sit,
Portraited.

But I stay adrift, still.
amidst the music,
Of dissenting waves.
A lone parachute of parts,
Channeling the multitudes who
Had died with me.
Sauntering our spirits in the Ocean's thickness.
Letting the waves embrace our souls in the heavy confusion
Of waters.
The reflections reflecting nothing but our flawed emancipations.
Like the weighty ghosts of pirates that try to make conversation, as if running from their own company.
The exodus beams in the eyes of sunken ships,
Bony and weary.
Like songs that have lost their hold on tongue.Decorated for the end of things.
And History bends at its calves like swollen gums,
Cavities in cacophonous chapters,
Upon the seabeds that refuse to accept our exhaustion like kisses.
But martyrs must be martyrs.
And rest does not belong to us.







- JSL.

Author's Note

What thinkest thou? Moreover, what dost thou feel?

Reviews

[Aries]

I like this piece a lot. It invokes a sense of finality and purpose, so mysterious yet vivid. The last two lines finish it so perfectly. I almost feel like my senses are entwined when I read something like this, that colour and sound and taste all become the image. Thank you for this write

[Frieda P]

One of my favorite songs, had it on my profile for a long while. This is awe inspiring, I'm not sure how you got here but I was intrigued by every word, from the beginning to end. This is one of those reads that takes a few to fully comprehend if fully at all.

Cavities in cacophonous chapters,
Upon the seabeds that refuse to accept our exhaustion like kisses.

Love this, actually the entire work is excellent, this one floats the boat!

[Poe Redd]

The image I get from this is great- so vivid. Reading it was an adventure, and I'm going to read it again, cause I love the way it flows and I have a feeling it will feel different.. This is one of those where I go, "gosh I'd have loved to be in his head when he made this!" I guess I'll go listen to the song.

[InsanityWriter]

"Sun splashes its colour on sleepy sands"

Favorite line. ;) ^^^
This poem had such great imagery!! I haven't listened to the song, but I'll do so when I've got the chance. Super job. (:

[KAOlmsted]

Ooh, yeah, I love that song. But you don't care what I thinkest of her, you care what I thinkest of thou...and I thinkest thou is an amazing writer. The unexpected punctuation words always get me, those words that are peppered throughout to give it just that little something extra, words you don't expect to be said in polite company...I have such an affinity for this type of free style in your face listen to this s**t poetry, I cannot even tell you how happy I am right now, basking in the afterglow, feeling completely satiated after having been well and truly mind fucked by this piece. Thank you so damn much for sharing it with us.

-kimmer.

[mikl paul]

This is excellent.

[Baby Ricochet]

My fave Florence and the Machine song is "Blinding" It makes me want to strut around like a big peacock in heat showing off his plumage which is something I have a natural inclination towards. (Felt it in my feet and my fists, in the hallows of my eyelids. Shaking through my skull, through my spine and down through my ribs/ Blinding. Florence and the Machine. A guy like me's gonna love lyrics like that) I liked this piece. It had some cool metaphors like old guys choking on leaves and BBQing children. It got a little wordy for me towards the end but that's my deal. No need to change a thing. I enjoyed reading it exactly the way it is.

[Nick.B]

Great poem, life has....well it's moments, it's music and that weird feeling...anyway great job love it

[Larry Dyson]

I thinketh ...like the Sun...its colour on sleepy sands,
being occluded by the strands of .... a hairy brush

[Junert]

Such a work. Well done.