Saturday, July 7, 2012

Ocean




ominous
serendipitous
precipit-
us
sibilant
sinuous
plosive in waves . . . 

. . . ocean . . . 


and where the water bends
to reach the shore
it also bends
to allow my tears, and yours
to mingle with the tears of all
mankind, past, and present,
and future
so let the wind caress the slip of the water here,
where the messenger stream enters
and slides her mouth all over me,
in her languorous haste
to taste all that is salt laden
and about to be taken
into the ocean’s watery mind.


tear drops
water falls
salted perspiration


all are intermingled
to become the reservoir
of constant emotion
to which I return for support
in my own consummation.


©Copyright Niall OConnor Text and Images

4 comments:

  1. You captured a very wistful state here.

    Peter Doyle

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  2. What so elegant words and philosophia are together, Niall..

    Umit Battal

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  3. Preparing to launch my kayak into the Atlantic in a few hours. Never the same. At the point where the shore disappears the wonder begins. A primordial trove of all life. Be looking for you there. Thanks for reminding me.

    Ron Kleiman

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  4. Michael Touhey ‎'...the reservoir of constant emotion...'' Like!

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