Ocean Ridge (the bridge before your eyes)
by Bethany Lee
Ocean Ridge is a bridge
The hidden road before your eyes
Terebithia, Timbuktu, Thailand, Tibet
Where it leads is up to you
Watch the moon play peek-a-boo.
Join in streaking female sunlight,
Skyclad under sparks in the sky.
While flame-dancers fly.
Drums quickening, swaying heartbeats.
Travel lightly to parallel lands.
Partake of European raspberry delights,
Dig your toes into moist sand.
While watching electricity collide,
Colors exploding -
Coinciding with melodic voices,
Sacred circles manifest.
Fire held the door ajar
And spoke of sea turtle eggs..
Draw on the walls,
write until the ink is dry
Finger-paint on silken skin.
Create until the rainbows are gone
Jog your way around the bend.
Go for a dip in dark ocean currents.
Watch the sun come up at dawn
Just follow the breadcrumbs
And youll find your way Home
to the village of communal spirits
in Ocean Ridge,
the hidden bridge before your eyes.
Posted on 07/25/2007
Copyright © 2021 Bethany Lee
|Member Comments on this Poem|
|Posted by Andrew S Adams on 10/06/07 at 01:31 AM|
as you mentioned about the wordplay in my piece, this is absolutely delectable. every image is so well constructed, and the way you work that in with the alliteration is flawless.
|Posted by Quentin S Clingerman on 10/11/07 at 01:15 AM|
A new way of looking at the use of the imagination! Colorful, bright with brain teasers!