In the depths of Mother Ocean
a life exists through fallen dreams
flushings from the toilet bowl
amassed together at the seams.
Lovers lost (there's more fish in the sea)
moths deemed ugly, a kitchen burn
wise owls' words wasted in water
swimming memories twist and turn
all controlled by a little switch;
click "up" for power from above
and "down," well-- self will's intent.
Why not join in this Sea of Love
and accept things as they are?
Trees dig through dirt to see the sky,
they're not victims of choices past
only scars in Mother Ocean's eye.
@laurie kolp
Prompt inspiration: Ostensible Truth/ surrealism; Imaginary Garden with Real Toads
14 comments:
Oh this is too good! What a fabulous interpretation of the picture, Laurie. And in form too (I saw what you did :)
The bar on the surreal poem has been raised several inches.
awesome!riveting images indeed!
You managed to be a Dali with words.
swimming memories, twist and turn....I like that.
This is good Laurie. I really am moved by the first stanza ... although It is all filled with wonderful forward movement.
I enjoyed the poem and especially like trees dig through dirt to see the sky.
Who'd have thought a Daliesque poem a possibility? LOL ♥
Totally fantastic, and I so love the last few lines. Wow.
I like very much where your mind went using this picture!
I won't hear "Sea Of Love" the same way after this!
A great way of seeing and 'hearing' the pic!
Hank
Great marriage of thought and interpretation of the image...
I can see, hear, feel...
Great job :)
wow i never thought this much about what the ocean floor contains. its all our lost hopes that lie deep.
i loved the line about lost lovers. wonderful.
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