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She Reminded Me of That Night
The deckplates pitch,
dive, and roll
beneath my feet,
denying any firm sense
of place.
Darkness pours into sight,
lenses straining for substance,
pupils expanding to
engulf any semblance
of light in moonless night.
The ship’s hulking,
shadowy silhouette
lurches into view,
slowly shrugging as
I ride her spine,
the sound of her
slicing the ocean
is a choir of
Poseidon’s vanguard,
shushing our advance
through His domain.
The peacefully disquieting scene
is almost bearable until
turning my gaze upward,
facing the weight of the cosmos itself,
the twinkling slivers of each planet,
star, cluster, nebula, galaxy, light
from both minutes and millions of years ago,
all bearing down upon my brittle soul at once,
crushing me with the weight of
my own insignificance…
“Do you remember that sensation?”
she asks, pausing to clean
her multicolored,
dappled feline fur
passively observing
my tormented meditation.
“Stop it!” I gasp,
squeezing my eyes shut
even tighter.
“You became disoriented,
and had to look away
to regain your bearings,”
she continued,
chuckling to herself.
“Remember how the
near-endless
points of light
became the spots
of my fur?”
she pressed on
unhurriedly,
but resolute.
“Just reminiscing about it
makes my head spin,” I whimper.
“Please, Nihirizumu. Enough.”
“But you asked me
about the pulse of your poetry,”
said Nihirizumu
in a mocking tone.
“You wanted to know
where that throbbing vibe came from,
so long ago
or did you not?”
“I remember now,” I concede.
“It’s too much for me. Please stop.”
“Very well then,”
said my poetic pride
with a weary sigh
and dismissive tail-flip.
“But you need not shrink away
in fear of the cosmos.
“You think yourself insignificant
in comparison to its light,
but you are both from it
and of it.
“I hope that one day
you will gaze upon the vastness
secure in knowing
that you gaze upon yourself.”
I opened my eyes,
took a deep cleansing breath, and
began writing this.
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Written for dVerse Poetics -your poetic hum, hosted by Gina. I missed the prompt, so I’m sharing it at Open Link Night # 239, hosted by kim881. Other dVerse contributors can be found here and here.
While there is virtually no link to my poetry and what I do for a living now (frankly, each entity exists despite the other), there was a link to when I was once a sailor staring into the night sky free from light pollution for the very first time. I don’t recall ever feeling as small as I did that day, but that was only part of it…
With the deck moving beneath my feet and no point of reference, it felt like being everywhere and nowhere simultaneously. It was as thrilling as it was terrifying.
Barry, this is exceptional!
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Damn this is beautiful. It reminded me of a Maya Angelou quote: “You only are free when you realize you belong no place — you belong every place — no place at all.”
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Thanks for joining us with a poetic hum poem, Barry. I haven’t met many sailors but I do love boats, and I enjoyed the sense of movement and the vastness of the sea and sky conveyed in the opening stanzas of your poem, especially:
‘The deckplates pitch,
dive, and roll
beneath my feet,
denying any firm sense
of place’
and
‘the twinkling slivers of each planet,
star, cluster, nebula, galaxy, light
from both minutes and millions of years ago,
all bearing down upon my brittle soul at once,
crushing me with the weight of
my own insignificance’.
I also enjoyed the dialogue with your muse.
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This reads like a starry night play, it is wonderful.
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Perfection on so many levels. Bravo!
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I love how staring into the night, you feel the weight of the cosmos itself, and your own insignificance. And in the end, to reveal that it like knowing and finding your own light and self. Beautiful reveal Barry.
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Nice lines: “the sound of her
slicing the ocean
is a choir of
Poseidon’s vanguard,”
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The way you used dialogue with yourself, the poet, the sailor is what I like most… and how you you ended the poem…
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