Mermaid Verse

music flows from lips and as words meet sound bound and found me, your eyes wide open, soul sprightly greeting thee….


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Poem #98 (10-28-13) by Megan Seaman

“Dark waves seen only by the

Outline

Made from gold crests

That tipped with the ebb

After the flow.

 

Drifting for a century on

Water

Now calm and monotonous

Sometimes sea sickness

Set in the belly.

 

Dangerous to forget the

Possibility

Of land or ships or mermaids

Taking for granted the endless

Nature of swelling sea.

 

Decision to open eyes;

Heart

And hands. To begin to move

With any thought; a sign

To grab on to, hope.

 

Death is not harrowing to

Me

I believe it comes when

The soul has reached its greatest extent

And is ready to remove its veil.” – Megan Marie Seaman

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