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Prose Poem: Sea Song

Posted by Sikander on May 8, 2009 - 13:15

You were born out of the Bogna sea. Flotsam and jetsam were your sisters as you were spewed, mewling babe, at my feet.
I gathered you up; what else could I do? I dusted the sand from your back and plucked the cockles from between your pale pink toes.

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SundaysChild | May 8, 2009 - 14:37

I like this a lot. The images I have got from this will be imprinted on my mind for the rest of the day.
Lovely work.

Sikander | May 9, 2009 - 10:37

Thanks, SundaysChild. This is a bit of an experiment for me - a first venture into poetry. I really enjoyed writing it, but it's a relief to know that it works as a poem.

SundaysChild | May 14, 2009 - 22:29

I just read this again- it really is absolutely stunning.
I am going to print it out and put it on my wall if that's ok with you.
Wonderful images.

Sikander | May 15, 2009 - 18:23

Oh, that's the best compliment I've ever had!
Thanks, SundaysChild, that really means a lot.

SundaysChild | May 15, 2009 - 21:22

My pleasure, Sikander. Great- I will print it out asap.
It really is one of the loveliest poems I have ever read.
It is perfect to me.

Richard L. Prov... | July 15, 2009 - 02:08

Very nice, Sikander. Prose poetry is not as easy as it looks. Love and beauty, touching and seeing; all parallel images of joy, is within your poem. Well done. Richard LP

Beeme | July 22, 2009 - 20:04

This is stunning Sikander (: Really, really beauiful. Great work. Best wishes Beeme.

ScoZen | August 31, 2011 - 19:13

Really enjoyed this.
Perhaps more so as I live overlooking the sea.
More please.