#500. totem poem

December 10, 2011

bottom of the sea
top of the ocean
salt water in between

human we gather
for a last meal 
we gather the totems
wear our ancient masks 
hold on to sparkling 
figures in memories
sustained thru time
to comfort and upset us

bottom of the sea
top of the ocean
salt water in between

we create art from meaning
it is so hard to give up a child
a father a lover a wife an old life
the prison of desire
is a prism to look through at death
my little fragment of rope
desperately tied and retied
holds me in this circle

bottom of the sea
top of the ocean
salt water in between

4 Responses to “#500. totem poem”

  1. Zevta, I almost hear the heartbeat of the drum in this poem, the staccato music of the declarative, the reaching for solace inside the circle that ties you to this life and not another one. You always come up with poetry worth reading. Thanks for this one.

  2. slpmartin said

    The title of the poem and its structure work brilliantly together.

  3. Evelyn said

    Such a soulful surprise
    whimsical, yet strong.
    Its a rich dessert.

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