Dim torpedo shapes glide
at the murky edges of perception
in ceaseless motion, seeking
food and oxygen
to fuel the cold fires of flesh
their mouths bristle
with triple-pointed teeth they shed
lightly as the night sky drops stars
into the ocean
Tonight I want to be the shark
drawn by vibrations of ideas in the darker deep
nostrils filled with their essence, I rend form
and structure, brilliant words
tumble from my mouth easily
as shark teeth
grace the sand
I needed this. This will be my victory song against these beasts which stalk me.
you blessed me today.
We are blessed so that we may be a blessing to others. Just returning the favor, for it was your poem that inspired this one. Thank you for that. 🙂
Or to translate into language more wickedly Wild Kingdom: We eat so that we might be eaten. Just fulfilling my role in the ecosystem, one cold-blooded carnivore to another. ;-D
Good hunting, my sister-muse.
Cool! Very visual
then I felt the emotion stirring
what might have become a nightmare
turned into writer’s inspiration.
🙂 I like it. Were you lucid dreaming?
This poem was actually inspired by another poem, “Destruction of Light,” by my blogging friend Jane. The nightmare was hers, but it resonated deeply with imagery from my own dreamscape.
I do indeed engage in lucid dreaming; I suppose this may be an example of waking lucid dreaming. (?)
Actually, the more I think of it, the more it seems like an example of cooperative waking lucid dreaming, because it was the result of interaction between dreamers. Mmmm — reminds me of one of my favorite novels, The Kin of Ata are Waiting for You, by Dorothy Bryant.
Jennifer, I love this. The sky dropping stars into the sea. Beautiful. I love your comment to Jane about our being carnivores. In this day and age we humans even seem to eat our young. There’s a lot of gnashing of teeth going on in our world today. I feel myself striking the striker as soon as blood is shed. Yowsa!
Thank you for being so open to this image. It’s very healing in its ferociousness.
Thank you, Nancy! “Ferocious” is exactly the word I was looking for, in the sense that it means “marked by unrelenting intensity.” As people in general, and women in particular, we are not much encouraged to that kind of ferocity.
I want to be more ferocious in my writing, in my living. I think Jane’s sharks may prove to be good teachers.
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Great poem on sharks. I could almost hear the low tones of shark music accompanying your words. Thank you for sharing.
I like the idea of shark music! What kind of music do sharks make? What kind of music would sharks like to listen to? Would they like to dance?
Thank you so much for stopping by!
I just realized that you probably meant the iconic notes of John Williams’ score for Jaws when you mentioned shark music. (Which, by the way, I love.)
I’m slow, but I usually get there eventually. 🙂