Dagger (day 2359)

She sailed away into the sea
Cold as darkness could ever be
In one hand a compass led her on
The other a dagger for those done wrong.

She cursed the air from time to time
Forgetting where she laid her locket
A secret of heart she dared not share
A lover who danced no more.

It happened in darkness, dead of night
When two white doves flew the nest
Softly did the dagger slip
Into the ribs of what dared her on.

Some nights as fever woke her up
Swaying in her seafaring hammock
She saw a vision: reminisce
A Good-by kiss slipped out her lips.

And so in darkness the North Sea Queen
Sail set down for evening dormant
Watched the full moon reflect longing
A name she called no more.

North Sea Queen VIX by Doreen Broers

Gravity (day 2344)

I am lost in a sea of science
Stuck somewhere in inertia
Hovering closely to propagation
That leaves explosives
Dormant
Exhaling undone neurons
That have gathered around the nucleus
Orbiting
Centripetal force keeping
My central theory alive
For after all
I am gravity
Led by gravitas.

Two Shiny Stones (day 2317)

I got a letter from my soul today
Asked me where I had been staying
I shared about my secret lover
Said she couldn’t stay
I wept until my eyes bled ice
I shrunk into the sea
Where then to begin?
– Until my heart clouded winter
Lost into the sea –
I surfaced as two shiny stones
Held in one Danish hand
Wrapped in softness, unbeknownst
Settling beyond, over me.

The Sea (day 2316)

I want to find a seascape
So blue and lost in space
Shining in a clear horizon
My mind shall know no pain.
Here I’ll watch albatross
Searching for some food
To bring me to a far off place
Off to the blue monsoon.
And when my heart
Sings to a wave
I’ll let it flow away
For in the sea
Sails off so free
My blue blue thoughts of you.

Sailor (day 2303)

I am not a sailor but I’ve come across the seas
Beat the bitter winter in a trembling schooner
Alive is wisdom of ten thousand hands
To put together pieces I’ve held – still remains
Each beating with a magnified flutter
And in each blossoming moment a child began to say:
I want to be your savior, I want to be your slave
Without knowing how the words echoed in the hands
Of ten thousand missionaries
Without knowing how deeply moving the words spoke
Upon the weathered conscience of the aging sailor played
Who cast with two heavy glances a shifting amicable feeling
That led the two together as the rip tide grows
Until at long last they stood erect, like the cenotaph they had created
With tears wetter than any gale
And the sermon echoes true.

Sea (day 2287)

When the sea gains a rosy tinge
Of the being you’ve led me to
Each ripple of truth shall hurl
All explanations down
A thunderous alley of cringe.
But the worst shall come
When letting go
Floating down she goes..
Lest my vision blurs
To my heart’s endure
And I see deep depths of blue.

Your Histories (day 2286)

I can only hold my breath
As waves of anxiety pass through me
Butterflies emanate so powerfully
From my being
Sunshine becomes hard to see
I cannot count to ten or listen
I cannot comprehend noises
Conversation becomes lost
In an inaudible sea of thought
That has found me here
Floating around your island
Out beyond the breakers in the sea;
A picture on the wall
That leaves me awe-struck
Star struck, but not star-struck,
Star struck that makes me remember
Your kindness that laughed at me
Your eyes that watched with me
Your silence that became excited with me
And your being that is
A remarkable being
A being that should rest upon silk robes
Effortlessly moving through a sea of pillows
That supports your every wish
With decadence and consideration
And space that gives you time
To remember the histories
That you have always been,
And love that has never been forgotten
In a book written long ago
Bound with two ribbons:
One of forest green,
The other of gray.

Golden Sun (day 2234)

Here I am upon the sea
Where two giants sit and wait
Singing songs to each their wave
In a shimmer upon the breeze
For with each breath they take
Comes a march of many soldiers
Attempting to take away their pleasure
Their big golden orb, the sun
But with each exhale their breath
Sent the suitors off again
Scampering along in madness
To find their legs upon the ground
So the giants sit still pondering
Each cloud that comes along
Wondering if it shall be
Married to the golden sun.