Ouroboros Falls

August 6th, 2002 | Sabertooth

[Sabertooth]

Ouroboros Falls

Tomorrow morn, while berthed in dawn's low stream,
The sea in sight, the end of Earthen woes,
The unsure shore its undulating seam,
A wayward koi chased past my upturned toes
A gliding sphere that brooked the current dream.
So springing soon, I waded as it goes…

Past sunken beds of ancient ocean lime,
Past sandbars where the silts of seasons lay,
We snaked beneath old boughs bent over time;
Transcending shades not ored in mortal clay.
Globe, carp and man now swum in solstice clime,
As summoned noon ascends… throughout today.

Like children of the reeds before the flight,
Past yesterday we'll scale through croaking calls.
Our sunset hour borrows dark or light,
The precipice that parallax enthralls.
The waters' broken roar portends our plight…
Does folly swoon? We follow up the falls.

In womb-like winter I saw nighttime fell,
As moonlight cycles down its silver rule…
Primeval starlight's cast into the dell,
All mirrored in the overflowing pool…
A maddened dragon circles in the well,
With tail in mouth… 'round wisdom's pearly jewel…

[Sabertooth]

[Sabertooth]

((((((growl)))))

[Aquamarine]

A maddened dragon circles in the well,

China?

[Sabertooth]

No, this poem isn't political at all.

[Aquamarine]

Primeval starlight's cast into the dell,

England?

[socal_parrot]

Very cool and mystical. Bravo.

[Sabertooth]

Nothing here symbolizes any country.

Carp swim upriver to spawn... In Asian folklore, if a carp leaps the falls, the "Dragon's Gate," it will be transformed into a dragon. But the poem itself is not about Asia.

[Aquamarine]

Sorry. I was trying to find a center through geography. I was lost. :)
You write way over my head. :)

[WillaJohns]

This poem casts a spell.

Are you a witch?

[My back yard]

Just soo sweet. Lost on words.

[JulieRNR21]

WOW, Big Cat....you are a poet & I didn't know it.....

[Victoria Delsoul]

Your poem seems effortless, and I get a visual image of romantic with a balanced mix of existential and sensorial elements. Ouroboros Falls, has a dynamic expression and an exalted mood. I love it.

Like children of the reeds before the flight,
Past yesterday we'll scale through croaking calls.
Our sunset hour borrows dark or light,
The precipice that parallax enthralls.
The waters' broken roar portends our plight…
Does folly swoon? We follow up the falls.

[harpseal]

A shade of Samuel Taylor Coleridge.

Stay well - Stay safe - Stay armed - Yorktown

[Sabertooth]

Your poem seems effortless,

Thanks, Victoria... that's one of the best compliments one can hear about their poem.

[okimhere]

When I lived in Laguna Beach, I often walked to the cove at dawn to enjoy the quiet beach, and I would climb into hollows of the cliff to sit unseen, just being part of the scene. Your poem isn't about the ocean but it surely took me back to those magic times. Loved it; thanks!

[Sabertooth]

I always read your poems with great anticipation for the final line.

Sometimes, that's how I feel when writing them!

Thanks, cote.

[shaggy eel]

,,, you're a true wordsmith. Many thanx for keeping me on your BUMP list.

[shaggy eel]

~ check this out.

[shaggy eel]

ping