Musings on Life, Love, and Linguine-Poetry & Writing
I am the restless ocean, you a tempest storm
churning our waters into whirlpools of passion
we plunge into murky depths of desire
where we linger and willingly surrender
to that which the fates have conspired.
The ocean, the storm, water with no form,
tasting salty sweat on glistening skin
we swirl into a luscious spin
spellbound in this maelstrom of each other.
Amid surging swells, now immersed
in this passionate play so well rehearsed.
In the aftermath of our amorous reign
all that remains is the dull ache of pain
and the memory of something forever lost.
For what is love, if not a permanent drowning
a dousing of the blue flame of being alone?
As we rise from the turbulent waters,
Me, a pillar of crumbling white salt
You, a crushing stone shattering
my soul into sparkling dust
as we merge together into one.
©2020 Linda Lee Lyberg
dVerse Poets Pub: Poetics Let’s Get Elemental!
Author’s Note: This is a revision of an older poem.
For what is love, if not a permanent drowning
a dousing of the blue flame of being alone?
I just love that, Lynda! This poem left me a little breathless, I have to say.
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Struggling for some oxygen? 🙂 Thank you so much Sarah!
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So much movement in this poem, Linda, and so vividly drawn, particularly in the lines:
‘we swirl into a luscious spin
spellbound in this maelstrom of each other’
and
‘…we rise from the turbulent waters,
Me, a pillar of crumbling white salt
You, a crushing stone shattering
my soul into sparkling dust
as we merge together into one’.
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Thank you, Kim!
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movement emotion … love the analogy, very intoxicating!
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Thank you!
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The passion in this comes so strong with the playing of storms and ocean
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Thank you Bjorn.
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“For what is love, if not a permanent drowning
a dousing of the blue flame of being alone?”
A magical distillation here, Linda. I love the lushness of your poem.
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Thank you so much Lisa.
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You take us on an erotic journey! Brilliant!
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Thank you Beverly.
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There is so much to comment on here, starting with the ocean, transferring to the sea inside our carbon unit, to the biblical and historical references to salt as currency, to passion and love as a bitten lip tasting of iron and lust.
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Thank you Glenn.
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A passionate and amorous write, wow! This is my favorite part Linda:
For what is love, if not a permanent drowning
a dousing of the blue flame of being alone?
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Thank you for your thoughts Grace.
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“For what is love, if not a permanent drowning
a dousing of the blue flame of being alone?” WOW. Love this
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Thank you so much.
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the analogy was done eloquently. salt and stone crashing is one creative imagery,
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Thank you!
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Who becomes, whom, as the two of you, merge, and, does it, really, matter…
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Thank you for your thoughts.
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Very wonderful 👏😊👍
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Thank you so much!
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You are most welcome
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Lovely mood piece. Thank you for sharing
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A pleasure!
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😊👍
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I like the contrast at the end between the crumbling salt and the shattered stone, both break and in their breaking they become equal.
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Thank you Carol.
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This is awesome… just awesome.
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Thank you, I’m happy you enjoyed it.
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🤓🙏🤓
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Reblogged this on The Reluctant Poet.
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