Evi On The Beach

nearly true...

An unexplained fragment; a ship`s finger

breaks through the crust of wet sand,

alive with the last push of tide, salt

with no front or back; a horizon of wilted grass

and toy ships, blocks of war stone, teeth of

a buried dog. And if you bend this evening round,

in a wind full of seagulls, then...

But you say

Unlike a picture this cannot be changed

Unlike a song this is not a ring,

We wave and drown.

Reviews

[jacob erin-cilberto]

it's like writing a poem....sometimes there are only fragments of what we intend to write...no beginning, no end, just the slight shape of the ship protruding from the sandy mind...
we can either wave at the inspiration and drown...or uncover the rest of it with patience...once the thought sinks its teeth into us...we usually have trouble reburying it.

[Cascara (aka Sprint Goe..]

Your last stanza packs a very striking punch- even if art can glorify powers of nature, it will never justify its brutish, deadly forces.

[Chris]

I've the gestalt of sea or lakeside - a thin-edged shore. Flotsam. debris, life - partly buried covered in hubris. Pausing and looking to the skyline - the horizon and the eye just ...traveling the line.

Standing, or better yet - crouched - with knees bent and legs balanced on a toe and the other foot's heel. Perhaps one hand grasping a bit of "dirt" and the fingers allowing it to slowly fall from your grasp as your mind returns to the now.

A good image - to me.

[stars are far]

That was very amazing, the thoughts behind the "ships finger breaks through the crust of wet sand..." ,is that like the ship have been sailing for too long and then it had find the rest (which was said as "alive") after if reached the wet sand.. ! I dunno if its true, but that is how i understood that.
and i liked the last stanza very much :)