Underwater Photography Exhibition by Andreas Franke
Her mind was strong but now it's gone adrifting out to sea and barnacles and sucker fish are living there for free. Her thoughts, like eels, are slippery they shimmer in the wet, enticing her to hook their tails with language she'll forget. Life must feel so unnerving without handles to hold on - a mind that's lost its labels is a maze you can't escape from. Trapped in watery corridors with no words to let you out, identity is cast away Her treasures sunk throughout.
Beautiful,,,
Thank you, I’m so glad you found it so.
Bless a poet, sitting in one corner, penning down memories of the treasures cast away, connecting the dots, some identity there. Perhaps, paying the price for others to live in the sea, free.
Thanks Arjun, you always leave such interesting comments, which open up a different perspective on things
That’s the power of poem. Words lead a reader to unknown pastures, new perspective based on one’s experience and understanding. Thank you for leading us.
Beautiful expression, Michele!
Where life improvises, the slightest cracks, a hand or foot hold, offers choices in leverage, directions, to clamber amongst our world’s explorations, of something different, even when cast deep beneath, a waters changing world.
Thanks Sean, your comments are almost poems in themselves!
Wow Michele – Eloquent. Succinct. Perceptive … x
Thanks D, and for all your generous RT’s also! X
Beautifully written and elegantly presented, as befits the words themselves.
“A mind that’s lost it’s labels is a maze you cannot escape from” that is stunning in it’s impact.
“Her thoughts, like eels, are slippery,”- sometimes in the seconds we often have, it is so difficult to grasp what we mean ourselves, let alone someone else!
Thanks Kevin, I’m so glad you enjoyed the poem. My own thoughts have been getting quite ‘slippery’ of late too!
Interesting, this is how I often feel
Me too Anita! I began writing this poem as a bit of a humorous ditty about my own failing mind, but then started to explore in earnest how it must feel to really loose all your words and ‘handles’ on the world – it must be frightening.
Sounds like someone lost in Alzheimers. Very evocative and poignant.
You are spot on there. Thank you.
I always wait with anticipation for a new poem from you. Then something in me lifts when I see you’ve posted… and the lifted keeps on going long after I ‘ve read your newest thoughts. Lovely and inspiring writing as always Michele.
Thanks Chris, what a lovely compliment. And same on this end
lovely! it’s interesting to note how a nice initial thought blossoms into other wonderful thoughts. poetry brings us into that wonderful movement once we let the muse slithers her way to a lovely path.
Thanks Virgillio, that is one of my favourite things about writing poetry, is is always a surprising journey into the ‘inner world’ of the mind. Who knows what you will find there?
The power of a good poem is its ability to allow the reader to connect to what is not being said, but implied. I am left wondering what “barnacles and sucker fish” have left this woman drowning. Such provocative imagery–which I’ve come to expect from you:)
Thanks Michael, your comment brings to mind one of my favourite quotes from T. S. Eliot – ‘Genuine poetry can communicate before it is understood.’ I think that’s what I love the most about it.
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Thank you so much, I am honoured
I love the image and the words! They are so wonderfully descriptive, I feel the emotion, and the inner pain, you are one of so much strength! You are always in my thoughts, my prayers! God bless!
Wow! Michele ! this is amazing! the way you have wandered your thoughts with the waves .
Thank you Soumyav, for this and your other lovely comments. I am enjoying your poetry also!
Hello dear friend!
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Thank you Uzoma! I am honoured. I will check it out.
I love the poem…and the picture makes me want to wear a dress.
I know! Pretty nice for hanging out the washing (underwater and all…)
The solid metro causes the poem to almost write itself
That’s certainly how it felt! Thanks for the comment, much appreciated.
My goodness. Your writing is sublime. Beautifully constructed, perfectly expressed, yet full of depth and humanity. I love it.
Hi! So glad you enjoyed the poems, and thanks so much for all your kind comments. I snuck over and read your poem – it was great! You have a natural feel for it, keep going. Lovely to meet you.:)
I Michele!
Oh I loved them, you’re very talented. I’m just trying something. Dabbling, not sure I’m a poet. But I will probably write again for the pure fun of it.
I so appreciate the compliment though. Lovely to meet you for certain… xo
so beautiful…you are such a good poet..I used to write in my native language when I was growing up…your lines are so moving..love reading them..thanks for sharing dear
Hi Kavita, thanks for reading, so glad you enjoyed the poems. What is your native language by the way?