dissonance
changing times
veins frozen still
warm love disappeared
vapid space adrift
begging please
alone here
Poem inspired by personifying the huge, monolith icebergs we recently saw in Antarctica. It seems to me that sometimes people feel like this.
when you marry your best friend
knowing he is the love of your life. . .
when your heart expands
as your family does the same. . .
when your love is so strong
that together, you could travel
to the end of the earth
and back . . .
and you do.
Photo from Antarctica. Days before we rounded Cape Horn and ferried to the last light house on the earth. An amazing journey – through the last almost 48 years with this man . . . and to the end of the earth!
Shackleton’s men
twenty-two in number
left behind to wait . . .
in this ice-clad
god-forsaken
frozen hell.
Desperate human spirits
battled Nature’s fury,
trespassers
upon her frozen soul.
Weeks on end
they dared to hope,
‘midst wind-blasted anguish
fear, hunger,and numbing cold.
Eyes blurred
by snow-mass glare,
stared beyond roiling seas.
Barely saw the shape emerge.
Eyes opened wide and wider still
watched it grow.
Frozen limbs sluggishly awoke
began to stretch . . .
Arms began to stiffly wave . . .
reaching higher, then higher still.
Slowly first, then slowly faster . . .
quickened to a frantic pace.
Raspy voices strained with hope
hoarsely yelled . . .
then shouted to unforgiving peaks.
‘Tis the Captain, our compass true!
History writ that day
etched in frozen tears.
Defined by return to home
from frozen end of earth.
Photo from yesterday’s visit to Elephant Island with reference to Shackleton’s Antarctica Expedition on the aptly named ship, Endurance – one of the greatest tales of endurance and survival in history.
I stand
on ship’s deck.
Scenes dealt by Nature
visual poetry to me,
death’s hand to many seafarers of old.
Icebergs,
some city-blocks in size
litter the sea.
Imposing ice-capped peaks
tower above.
Humpbacks
spout jubilant spray.
I breathe misty wisps
in frozen air.
Photos from Antarctica – taken yesterday on our cruise. Amazing scenery. Quadrille written for dVerse using the word “poetry.” Apologies to readers that I cannot reciprocate and read your posts or reply to comments – Internet very sparse and expensive here.
