Response Poem To Where Once the Waters of your Face
by: Dylan Thomas
Salt
There is no loneliness in this ocean,
my sweet-tongued love
deep down where no man can go
I puff with tentacles that flow
like hot-coal red
hair, a dance
I float, somersault
turn into
the black water
where other things
hang mid-water
with glow
It is quiet, oh so quiet,
love,
not shark or eel
or sweet-tongued octopi
can come this far
so I stay right here
content in my
weightlessness
when you see a bubble surface
in the center of still water
think of me and remember
you will turn to ash in air
and I, salt
dense and brilliant
as diamonds
Michelle M. Buchanan Jan 11, 2005
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5 comments:
I really like this.
I almost didn't post it lyle. I felt lame though cause so many people participated. This is the first time I've ever written in response, it pales in comparison to what everyone else posted. But oh well, least I can say I tried it! Thanks =)
It's not pale at all! I like it, too. Bravo and glad u posted it.
I love the last stanza, Michelle. Very original and a great image to leave us with.
peace,
nancy.
Thanks Pris and Nancy. I do want to say that I enjoyed reading every one of the response poems here - they are all so great, and different. It's kind of amazing how different!
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