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Salt
This is one of those dreams
where I can’t move
and the tide is rising
and I’ll never reach the boat.
The sand is warm but
I watch the water creep
and I wonder if the
susurration is the sea
or my beating heart.
The sea is gurgling to itself -
chortling at secrets it has
hoarded for infinity.
At last I will become
one with this beautiful
conspiracy of water.
My alarm is an ache and a relief
and I move through my day
with the bittersweet taste
of salt on my lips.
This is a Magpie Tale.
18 comments:
Nice! I like the ending a lot!
I like the part about a conspiracy of water. Nice job. You say a great deal about the primalness of the sea, which is where I thing we all came from.
Dana, you are very good at this.
Like your Magpie, in spite of the fact this is one of my dreaded dreams.
Yes, I know that dream as well....:-)
I LOVE this! Pretty fond of you, too, dear Bug :-)
the conspiracy of water...nice...scary kinda dream there...
"Susurration" is such a good word. :)
Good writing; thoughts well expressed.
Ah, that dream state that takes us to other places - places that feel scary and familiar at the same time. Good job.
fabulous,,, love the word susurration and yes that's a killer ending
susurration...what a brilliant word for that line...love it!
I know these dreams...lovely write, Bug...
Ah, I so enjoyed this piece.
Ha! Needed a dictionary for this one. Beautiful!
The confusion as between sea and beating heart is exactly right. Great post.
Wow! That is sensational, Dana.
Very nice - with just the right touch of ambiguity at the end. Well done!
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