Hands gnarled by fishing gear
introvert with lonely heart,
I’ve sailed the seas many a year.
I search the horizon,
especially in breaking dawn.
Skies painted tangerine,
meld into passionate reds.
Converge with glistening waters
awakened at first light as well.
She’s come to me only thrice.
Some say I imagine her. But I say to you,
I’ve cast my eyes upon that face
sweetly framed by seaweed tendrils.
I’ve marveled at her iridescence,
that silver-flecked aquamarine tail.
Once she rose up high as if to greet me,
as if to mimic the sun’s rising arc.
Her breasts, opalescent soft mounds
barely covered by white cap foam,
nature in its ultimate innocence.
I gazed until her eyes locked on mine.
That one glorious moment
etched sublime within my mind,
keeps me more at sea than ashore,
searching forevermore.
I seek that miraculous convergence
when divine dawn breaks early light
and she appears once more.
She, the sweetest balm in all the world,
for my aching lonely heart.
Written for dVerse, the virtual pub for poets around the globe. Today is Tuesday Poetics and Laura is hosting. She asks us to think about the poet as a painter. And most especially, she asks us to consider the ekphrastic poem: “The practice of using words to comment on a piece of visual art is an ancient one. One of the earliest and most commonly cited forms of ekphrasis occurs in The Iliad, when Homer provides a long and discursive account of the elaborate scenes embossed on the shield of Achilles… the term ekphrasis derives from Greek, where it literally means “description” and was formed by combining the prefix ex- (“out”) with the verb “phrazein” (“to point out or explain”)”. (Merriam Webster)”
HOWEVER, for this prompt, she gives us a number of artwork titles from contemporary artists and asks us to use that title, as the title of our poem – without looking at the actual artwork itself. With our words, we are to paint the story of or the image of that title. One title she provides for the prompt is Convergence by Jackson Pollack.
Image by Sharon McCutcheon:”Unsplash”
lillian the home poet 
Gorgeous! 😍 I love how you begin with; “Skies painted tangerine, meld into passionate reds,” and then lead us to “Her breasts, opalescent soft mounds barely covered by white cap foam, nature in its ultimate innocence.” This poem deserves a standing ovation! 💝💝
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That title choice gives the portrait an added mystique. An excellent painting Lilian – capturing this elusive subject
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I love the way you made so much from the single word title, Lill, and developed it into a whole story. Beautiful use of colour, too!
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What a beautiful capture of that sparkling moment of divine light: I’ve marveled at her iridescence,
that silver-flecked aquamarine tail. And the marvel of colors here: Skies painted tangerine,
meld into passionate reds. Early mornings are my favorite time of the day too!
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skies painted tangerene makes me think of the beatles. great poem.
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I can see where he’s haunted by the siren’s embrace and will sail into eternity yearning for her touch again. I like your fantasy story built upon the title.
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I love it paired with the image which is a bit myopic… exactly how I would meet a mermaid at dawn… seeing those brilliant colors I would be there and greet her.
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Eloquent and moving with the heartfelt longing of desire – Lovely.
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So beautiful! I can see how the siren could symbolize a type of short lived enlightenment one might have at sea with nature. And once lost he’s always searching again for her. Well written! 💝💝
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Title inspires masterpiece. Awestruck I am.
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A lovely poem, the essence of convergence ….
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A stunning portrait of a lonesome, lovestruck sailor, Lillian. I hope he finds her again some day!
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This is like a recurring dream, one that never finishes, yet is still evocative.
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I love your tale of that special convergence that makes a man seek all his life for those very special times when soul and spirit meet! Well done.
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This is a most beautiful write Lillian. I’ve been sidelined by my flaring arthritic fingers, so I am late reading everyone’s work.
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Not to worry. I’ve been sidelined by reaction to Moderna shot 2 so will get to reading this afternoon!
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This is stunning, Lillian. Has a wonderful whimsical feeling to it.
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