Monday, November 28, 2011

Of the Deep


BLUE MONDAY
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OF THE DEEP
(An Acrostic)

Sliding through the watery wonder,
When the tide is fast and strong.
If a rip should drag me under,
Maybe that's where I belong!
Mind and body, heart and spirit.....
Involving every part of me!
Nautilus! Shall I inherit
Gardens underneath the sea?
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SOARING!


Long ago, when we were monkeys,
We could soar! We could soar!
We could travel through the jungle trees
And not hit the jungle floor!
We could hang by tails as thin as string
And never lose our grip.
We could scuttle over dripping leaves
And never ever slip.
We could leap through open spaces
Far as the eye could see,
Between one tree and another
In the lofty canopy.
We could drop like stones from up above
And bounce on lower limbs.
We could skim across the greenery
As a stone over water skims.
You've seen them all on the TV,
The monkeys and their soaring.
They can leap and hang and swing all day
And never find it boring.
We had it once, in the dead, dead past,
That wild agility,
But we traded it in for upright stance
And verbal ability.
Yet, still, within us, way down deep,
There's a memory of it all;
A little comes back when we're dancing;
Then we really 'have a ball.'
But somewhere buried in our brians
Lies the feeling that we, too,
Should be able to leap up gracefully
And soar into the blue.
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4 comments:

SmilingSally said...

Thanks for sharing this beautiful blue poem. I'll skip the swimming, though.

Happy Blue Monday, Brenda.

Elaine said...

A lovely poem.. The water on the islands are so many shades of blue

Kim, USA said...

Love this poem reminds me of summer.

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Leah H. said...

interesting, thank's for sharing..

Visiting for BM! Hope you can visit me too:)

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