Of Noble Beasts
This dream
Has made of me its signature
The water that binds us
Is the blue-black ink
That fastens me
To parchment parched
And crumbling under weight of liquidity
I am the scant scion of noble beasts
Who remember me in their churning frenzy
To feed ā as all must do
I am the way through
The conduit to sustenance unending
The mind of creation wending its way
To truth
We are peerless
We are the dreamer warring with itself
Killers saddled with irony
Armed with love
A sea raging with determination
To awaken
Ā© H. Hennenburg, 19 November 2019
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I love the link between worlds of creative existence, requiring knowledge to survive and the continued existence of the great and noble creatures of the vast oceans. We all face challenges and await those times when reassurance guides us to that point of awakening…Then, we can see the fruits of the determination involved..
I love “we are the dreamer warring with itself.” And the raging with determination to awaken. I hope, globally, we do it soon. So far humankind is awakening too slowly.
I echo everything Sherry says. She sees with clear eyes the gravity of climate change.
“This dream has made of me its signature . . .” wow! And therefore the warring within and irony and lover! We beasts have a lot of churning to do to fully awaken. I love how the world opens and becomes one in this poem. How the awakening is in process.
“A sea raging with determination” – interesting outlook of a destiny’s motion.
It’s a dream to see that huge awakening that the final lines of this poem suggests. “Armed with love” is such a fantastic phrase.
Luv the ending of this dream of pathos, sadly the awakening seems to be happening so slowly, but the determination, the signature is abiding.
Happy you dropped by to read mine.
Muchlove
The old shaman songs are writ on the underbelly of this, like scrimshaw — I and Thou wed in water toil and feasting plunder. “Saddled with irony,” yes, aboard this plunging wonder. What are we going to do … Loved it …
This is incredibly beautiful! I love; “We are the dreamer warring with itself,” .. the conviction to embrace purpose and fulfill goals is both palpable and fresh in your verse š
Your poem reminds me of the spectacular of whale-watching. Until the frenzy tourists arrive and the clicking of their cameras non-stop to capture the mating or rearing of the young ones. To me, this creatures are noble. But the contrasting with the word “beast” brings about a different image; the killer whale.
I enjoy reading your poetry, it certainly makes me think. š Brilliant write as always!