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fusion

The ocean is blue and she can taste it.
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Almost.
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Salty-sweet like the coppery tang of his skin,
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he who would laugh at her and say,
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"You've never even been to the bloody ocean,"
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and she would smile, "but i can dream can't i?"
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stops to breathe in perfumed light
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flowing on diamond scales, cutting slices
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through dolphin pictures she sees in story books.
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touches them and makes them real.
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"i saw a starfish once," she tells him, "and made
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sand-castles with it-
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swam through ink stained with whales,
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coral drifting under bare feet, all scraping skin
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and burning breath,
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danced in schools-"
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"-schools?"
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"-of fish, silly, i saw the rainbow there"
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cynic that he is, he shakes his head,
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"we can't even afford a sand-bucket"
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but she closes her eyes and says, "this is dreaming"
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envious, he watches. then, softly, almost wistfully:
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"what's it like?"
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stunned: "can't you see it?" she's been slipping into
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water threads since forever, wearing the wetsuit of
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imagination to take her to places she's only ever
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read about in those clippings covering their common wall.
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A shake of his head so she tells him the sea's freedom,
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unadulterated joy, blending into threads of water; she
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becomes one with it, "i'll take you there someday,"
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she whispers to him, "just close your eyes"
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17 May 08

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fusion -- you've a marvellous use of metaphor in weaving a story -- poetic in its verisimilitudes and quietly aching through your pen -- the invertendo realEYEsations are brought to the reader as the dawning of their own find -- well writ with your tight style writ in it
 — AlchemiA

hey Alchemia, thanks for stopping by! thanks for the encouraging response too...i've been haunting this site for a while now, just enjoying the poetry and getting the feel of the place. thought it was about time i started posting my stuff...which i'd always been insanely touchy about letting anyone read! but yeah...can't improve without any objective criticism :-)
 — fusion

yes these Poems are like children which we fuss over and protect -- like the Eagle we must kick them out of the protection of the nest and let them fly or fall on their own -- your Poems have wings and can see very far, Fusion -- keep kicking them out
 — AlchemiA

"fly or fall on their own"-- i like that, i never thought of it that way before. you're right though, can't keep sheltering them forever. so thanks again for your encouragement :-)
 — fusion

awesome poem. i love the images. this is crafted so well, beautiful and calm.
 — listen

This is spellbinding. You take a timeless, universal theme and transform it into something fresh and personal. Your very first line introduces two different senses, and it draws us in with its perfect simplicity. Then l 2 retreats, retracts-- a little. Lines 7-16 create her unique fairy tale ( she reminds me of Bjork-- the dancer in the dark who was blind, yet created the most astonishing choreography in her imagination)

This lovely creation has myriad effective ingredients. The descriptions and images are vibrant: "perfumed light." "cutting slices," "scraping skin and burning breath."
And there is even the element story-book romance!

I am very impressed. Thank you for this pleasure.
 — banditfemme

wow guys, thanks MUCHLY (and yes, i'm going to invent words to show my appreciation).
the poem does have a personal element to it i suppose, maybe because (and i shudder to admit it) i'm a cynic like the man, or maybe because i live on an island and am surrounded by the sea, or maybe because i wish i could just let myself go and dream like the girl.

but thats by-the-by :-p... thanks for visiting!
 — fusion

very nice.
: )
 — fractalcore

calming. the poem feels blue, to me- just right. loved it.
 — caustic

This is magical writing.  You weave the water and sand into the reader's reality - or did you take our reality and make it water and sand?  Wonderful.  
 — Isabelle5

thanks guys :-)
 — fusion

Hey, you're almost #1!  Good job!
 — Isabelle5

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