dedicated to the unsinkable soul in all of us
not meaning to place any pressure upon you-
my words become pressed on paper
as hot coffee dripping, as wildflowers lay
in between isinglass for centuries
i am stirred and can do nothing
like coffee in my big green mug
be drunk in by the same mouth
that uttered the words in her sleep
it is the reason we dust mirrors-full well knowing
more dust will come; not a vain search in
the dark woods: what soul purveys
in thoughts, unleashes fruits to guide our days
juice, preserves, compote or stew
thoughts turn to words-birthing poems
as the immediacy of glissade seamlessly
becomes ensemble--in ballet-- salted sea foam
action begun in tired darkness perpetuates
the seaside song dug so deeply the sand oozes
lifetimes of piracy, princes, and princesses
pirate ships made of mahagony to last
more lifetimes than you've figured
into this equation of doubtless floating
waters shine a pristine unsinkable trust
still painted in flaked gold along the sides
no one is chiding you for your hiding
yet seeing your standing- as tall green mountain
on the sunlit deck-- pulling that main sail tight
is the cause for my marveling at your glorious light
Kate Lamberg
11/29/12
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