From the early hours
As sun peeps over
To see me smiling
As I cast over
Another line
By line
Throw over
My shoulder
Waiting for
The smallest bite
When thoughts caught
Kiss to release
Free from my hands
She has the sea
The one who's hooked
Is me
I fell in love with nature
Not for its own sake
Or higher cause
Tickets to posterity
Simply to save me
She was a portal
I climbed through
Out of the capsized
Sinking ship
Took me by the hand
Showed me how to swim
Not for glory, accolades
For my own benefit
Opened my eyes
To all the life
Beneath the surface
I could not see
Though I hold on
To air, words, hands
In her presence
Not to tarnish
The moment
Having dived for riches
Striving to pluck my heart
From the seabed
She reminded me
Just breathe
'Bright young women
Ready to stand
Ready to know
What the people know
Ask them my questions
And get some answers
When's it my turn?
Wouldn't I love?
Love to explore
That shore up above
Wandering free
Wish I could be
Part of your world'
~Ariel, 1989. (C) Disney
Part of that world, by Jodi Benson
I visited your beach
While you were away
Took a seaheart home
From underneath the waves
I also received your dose
Of cinnamon sugar skin
Salty lips and ocean hair
Wished that you were there
But you were afterall
Maybe we could meet
Under the waves
One day
I ask my flowers..
They show spots, scars
Unwelcome visitors
Eroding fine display
Bugged by this
They pull up to sky
To climb higher
A royal bouquet
On our faces
We read them
Like palm lines
Mine long and broken
Immediately filled
With love
Looking so much
Like pain, longing
Confusion
Though silent willing
To never let
This moment end
To nurture soil
Grow colour
A smile
To look into light
To unfurl
Holding on
Gently
For hope
Seemingly
Forever
Bowl of red roses
One thorn
Field of clover
One bee
Picnic in grove
One ant
Sleeping dogs lie
One flea
Magnanimous reply
One word
Deep belly sigh
One spurn
Long tanned thigh
One burn
One yearns to turn
A blind eye
To all the ones
That lead to our
Undoing
If we erase
One line
How delightful
It would be
Paring down
All nature's will
To living without
One penetrating
Sting
Would deprive us
Of so many
Beautiful things
One by one
Memories come
As first drops lightly
Before a lavishing
At once dissipating
On parched broken land
Then blanket covering
Moving sun's dwelling
Into hiding
Between them both
Daylight quench thirst
One without the other
No dancing dresses
Come out
Parched tongues dip
Into warm clear springs
Going underground
To yield every colour
Known to the eye
Above and below
Bed of growth
Light touch sows
Till sun retires
Dewdrop gathers
For next bow
In the sky
Think you're flying free
But really, attached
Grounded
Just learning
To spread wings
Until when
One touch
Caving in
Any thought
Of leaving
Ends
Instead sowing seeds
Raising up anew
In case we meet
Again
So spine tingling
Knuckle gripping
Pillow hugging
Daze eyed drinking
Hard when comes time
To realise the dream
Is not real
We will wake
Whenever we're ready
Or else stay
Asleep
Chiselling our hard edges
Chip off the block
Re-generational
On the verges
Stepping over fallen
Taking time to notice
Memorial to inner beauty
Scars an artwork
Memory of all
Everlasting
Count the stars of heaven 