Sharing with The Sunday Muse #210.
No industry where the sea has already eaten the road
No wine where the dreams are salted, preserved
No space for the story when water shoves the sand back,
Takes another lick at the asphalt,
Tastes the human toes, testing.
Gave you the blue sky, the blue sea, the blue planet
Gave you parts of the million years curling in your DNA
Gave you my breath, gave you my breath, gave you
Salt to savor your tears
Salt to float your dreams
If I could speak something other than flood
If you could speak something other than words
If we could speak the awe; if we could, if we could
This is gorgeous, marvelously conceived and seamlessly executed. I adore this.
ReplyDeleteI am with Shay here Chrissa, this is one of your finest! The questions, the thoughts, the imagery....it is all amazing and feels almost like a sacred conversation. Love love love this!!!
ReplyDeleteThis is wonderful, the whole thought process. If only we could speak the awe of this beautiful
ReplyDeleteworld and life.
Beautifully written - the flow and repetition, that last line ...
ReplyDeleteThe rhythms are intriguing.
ReplyDeleteHave a good Sunday
Much💛love
This is brilliant! You have touched so many emotions in this amazing poem.
ReplyDeleteLove this. Awesome!!
ReplyDeletei really enjoy the questions left lingering between the lines. wonderful and haunting.
ReplyDeleteThis is a brilliant, thought-provoking poem, Chrissa!
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