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you are my hurricane
by Sophia GraceI am constant motion, wind and water.
Always I feel sea-foam beneath my feet.
Always I lick salt from my bruised, stinging lips.
Child-fingers, caressing this stone that has been wave-swept,
its' edges carved away. The roundness of things.
Turning it over and over in the palm of my hand, forgetting,
remembering where we began. You are my hurricane she said.
and I could do nothing to steady her,
steady us and as I have always been sand and bones, coral bones
and hair woven with kelp, we have never had a foundation
to stand on that could not be washed away.
05/01/2008 Posted on 05/01/2008
Copyright © 2025 Sophia Grace
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Kimberly Bare on 05/02/08 at 10:56 PM this is beautiful...and it swept me in :) |
| Posted by Ryan Nardi on 06/07/08 at 07:17 PM Absolutely fantastic! The very embodiment of surrelaism. Original, accessible, and artfully written. Congrats for POTD. I'm making htis a favorite. |
| Posted by Quentin S Clingerman on 06/08/08 at 01:09 AM Congratulations on POTD, June 7, 2008.
Poem awash with vivacious vital romance of some sort! |
| Posted by Angela Nuzzo on 06/08/08 at 07:02 AM Amazing. Just beautiful. The image this brings to mind is both surreal & concrete. I can picture the being described in the last stanza. And the ending is A+! :) |
| Posted by Richard Vince on 06/18/14 at 11:27 PM superbly evocative. just marvellous. |
| Posted by Richard Vince on 09/04/20 at 10:12 PM just stumbled across this again. still paints a picture in remarkably few words. superb. |
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