August 18, 2017

Poetry: “Sillage”

Black-footed albatross
Cruises above the soughing surf —
The sounds to accompany
A sky-walking search —
To acquire sufficient nourishment
To satisfy goliath nestlings.

Earth-shackled passersby
Perk their ears
At the eerie cries
The Polynesia-bound bird
Leaves behind.

Sequacious types
Envy the eeesome flight,
And stare into the stars
To synthesize phosphenes.

Free-thinkers scent the sillage
Of a relentless pilgrimage
And relocate their focus
To the benthic blues
Of cerulean sea;

Remember how to swim.


“Sillage” © Jane Bled 2016-2017


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About Jane Bled

Human. Happy in my solitude. Free of expectations. Awakening. Light side: love, peace, art. Dark side: ****** I despise the word 'follower'. It calls to mind lemmings, sheep, cults, etc. Here to exhibit my art -- not aiming to gain a flock of seagulls that mournfully cry out my name as they fail to reach me.


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