Seascape--For Joy Frangiosa

This is a poem inspired by the photography of Joy Frangiosa

Sea Scape�"for Joy Frangiosa 

To escape from an inland asylum, one
must learn first the music of waves--waves that
repeat the rhythms and the sounds of the

waves arriving before them and the waves
that break loose from the pattern and 
sometimes establish a nocturne all their own.

So distinct are some waves, the waves become
poems--or the skeletons of poems--poems
slipped away from the beaches of Ireland perhaps:

poems about sad and intricate women,
women with scarfs, standing on the shore
in the moonlight--women who cry, women

who sing, women with answers that no one
can question--women who write letters and women
who are waves and the mothers of the waves.

© Mark T. MacDonald 2012