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Black Anemone

by Glenn Currier

Waves crash
wave after wave
upon rock foundation
split by feathers.
Timbers fall
sick old sequoia
scrape the blue from the sky
leaving a gash
of gray dark goo
factory effluent
oil waste
leaps into nostrils
like fiery devils.
What heartbreak
what phantom
founders
on these shoals?
What crustaceans
rot in the crevices?
An ocean of clouds screams
shrieks doom in me
doom trapped
in aphotic pools.
Anemone catalyst of dark alchemy
wraps its black worms
around the golden nugget
choking spirit
and light
and peace.

What invisible dripping cavern
begot this horrible mass?

09/23/2009

Posted on 09/23/2009
Copyright © 2019 Glenn Currier

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Clara Mae Gregory on 09/23/09 at 03:55 PM

I may be dense, I dunno....sometimes anyway, but when I read this, I get the picture in my head that this poem is referring to the ills of an oil spill.And if that is the case, then I find your poetic descriptions are very interesting and creative.But if it is really talking about something else, I don't quite "get it". My brain feels dull today. I like this very much, though,in my interpretation, no matter what you were really inferring. :)

Posted by Joe David on 09/23/09 at 03:58 PM

I can hardly believe the power of these lines, one memorable line after another. I can hear the shrieks and feel the goo. This may be one of your best. I like the short lines stabbing back and forth like a knife. Plus you done sent me the Webster's. Who do you think you are, Charlie, by god, Morgan? More than well done!

Posted by A. Paige White on 09/23/09 at 06:04 PM

I have to agree about the power of it. It built a visual of a black cancer spreading and growing... but last time I checked *giggle* your name is Glenn.... so glad I'm not the only one with a wandering mind. Too much silver in my hair is my excuse... dunno what Joe David's is. *wink*

Posted by Philip F De Pinto on 09/24/09 at 11:58 AM

this is a poem which simply hits the jackpot in me. each word is like a golden coin fluming down my mind in golden stream, into my cup which runneth o'er.

Posted by Gregory O'Neill on 09/24/09 at 06:53 PM

Ye, the "dark alchemy" of man. We stand at the crest of four billion years, bacteria molded into wondrous form, burning with a slow fire and about to take the next step. Before we each leave this planet, we must change just one person's mind...Guess whose? Great write. Thanks.

Posted by Charles E Minshall on 09/25/09 at 12:18 AM

Good un Glenn...CharMin

Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 09/25/09 at 12:42 AM

I like the force at the outset of this, of waves crashing against a rock foundation. The ocean reveals us, as do you. Thank you.

Posted by Laurie Blum on 09/25/09 at 12:58 PM

This is so visual...it is beautiful and at the same time poignant. I really love the vivid picture you've painted with these words.

Posted by Tony Whitaker on 09/27/09 at 06:24 AM

Very good Glenn!

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