Graveling Point~

I beach my car at the concrete

barrier

between my skin

and the dew of the sea

 

Mornings collect in mist

a curiously comforting shawl

around old men in cars

scrutiny in their cataract eyes

observing the white veil

pull

away

from Atlantic City

on the horizon

across a stretch of sea

 

The boats bob

fishermen hip deep

pulling sea life

from the bottom

for the restaurants along Route 9

 

My dawn

draws herself across the sky

my carapace

thirsty for the edge of the shoreline

I exit metal

for gravel and sand

 

My arms move

like Thai dreams

the atmosphere

my loom

feet in rhythm

bleeding above shell casings

the music

of waves

in an otherwise silent

performance

 

I wonder if they think me mad

their Graveling Point

morning girl

dancing for old men

by the sea

while they sip youth

from a McDonald's coffee cup

and pretend to read the paper

 

Divinity

connects

itself a pattern

in brindled hands

wrinkled

by the tides

 

My latte cools

in the distance

of a human memory

unimportant

as the sea

enters

my bones

as I enter ancient eyes

weeping above the steam

of dark coffee

 

Graveling Point

has its own magik

between a concrete barrier

and a mad girl

with

ankle bells

jingling

 

 

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Author's Note

~ a bit of truth in this~every morning Graveling Point pulls my thread to its shores~ =)~

Reviews

[JelliFyshKissUs]

Isn't it amazing what one simple but profoundly beautiful birth of nature can do for our souls? Hearing the purest of sounds--the earth's own music. Its call for us to join ourselves to the sea. We see our world, our surroundings in an entirely different light! As for this tale of a simple day at Graveling Point, my dovely, you spin into a world of gypsy love and wrinkled-faced reproof and admiration. Delectable!

[Zeitgeist Manifesto]

This was like watching and Angel reach out into the farthest depths of the sea and pull the sun up over the horizon. Beautiful. I loved it! I could feel jealousy for a person who gets to view such sights each morning, but I have to admit that only a soul who loves this scenery only half as much as you do belongs and deserves to be there.

[SR Urie]

Selene,

Great imagery and symbolism. Your portrait of the beach and the sea with the old men and the steaming coffee is exquisite. BZ

[Molafvt]

Ha, this is marvelous and reminds me sooo, of the many years I spent on the Jersey coast-specifically A.C.. I spent my entire summers there and it was my second home away from Philadelphia-(my first). From the time I was a toddler until my teens, I walked the boards from one end to the other and when I needed some restful peace and quiet I would go to my special Jetty, actually two monster Jetty's strung side by side with a narrow, cavernous center between them where I could climb down inside the Jetty, and feel the waves crashing around me, the residual spray above being a petulant guest and kept me moist all the while. Often I would seek this refuge shortly before the tide came in and watched the water begin to fill cavern between the rocks, timing my retreat from the furthest point out for a heroic exit before the Jetty was completely engulfed. God Selene, I cherished those moments like none other, and reading this piece brought back every one of those distinctly unique experiences with the sand sea and rocks, as if I were there again. To me, this sums it up quite directly....... "Divinity
connects
itself a pattern
in brindled hands
wrinkled
by the tides"
Amazing reminder of the bliss to be found in the awe of the Oceans grip..

[Maurice]

This poem is magical in itself. You have told a simple story in elegant, mesmerizing language.

[Shellie]

Wow Selene. I got completely lost in your soothing tone and your words but the contrasts were amazing.

[Michael X]

Selene, I must say, what a legacy, this poems blows me away and the relam is
the pure originality that conceptulaizes the happening, loved it!!!!

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I see what you sea:)

Exquisite, took me deep under, into my own sea....but of course human memory is unimprotant when the sea enters your bones in reverse!

[Liza]

the contrast molds brillantly in this piece - a balancing act of the harsh realities escaping into fantasy - enjoyed the imagery complimenting emotion thru sensory motions.

[writing mojo]

You can cut the strings from an ordinary day and jumble them into a cats cradle which you manipulate in all word image shapes and sizes trapping life in energy transfer from just being...amazing stuff