Something about Dec 31sts reminds me of my blog and here I am in yet another home that isn't mine trying to keep the archive years rolling.. Obviously, this piece needs a lot of work!
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Waves, they rush towards me just as I turn my back,
angry that I might forget their sun-kissed droplets
that make up the elegant strokes and magnificent curves,
And they encapsulate me with only the most scandalous things ever!
They tower over my thought bubbles,
Bursting each one as they advance menacingly,
They are right, I do want to stay in the sun,
But they like to toy, like a Casanova in a trance.
They bear down on me like a matron who knows no kindness,
Determined to keep me within the cores of their vortices,
Mere mortal that I am, and a mystic power of nature they are,
I buckle, I swish, I tumble, I shear, totally powerless like a slave.
They spit me out once they see-
that my tears have joined their troupe of droplets,
I gather myself on the wet sand, aching and confused,
Begging for deliverance from this periodic cosmic ride.
I search the winds for that one call of the macaw,
May be it can listen to my ragged breath? May be, take pity on my plight?
Perhaps it will take me on its wings over the clouds,
Where I’m free, free from their gravity at last.
The winds and the skies, silent in union, wait for me to take a hint,
The macaw never existed- screams my receding tears,
At this point, all I want are some dry clothes and some sun,
I stand up and turn to the shore, with stinging feet and a burning heart.
They see my back faced to them and roar at me louder,
“How dare you try and ignore us?”, they growl..
They hit me harder this time, sinking my knees into the sand…
Waves.. they never stop,
like memories,
like my deepest yearning for my unborn macaw.
aeroyogi
19/1/2022
