Tuesday, November 4, 2014

Wish (Poem)

Wish

The ocean soughs, wanting
to re-place the conch, pinned
in the dune turned suddenly sallow
below the moon-blued sky. Not
a nest for the turtle eggs, broken
sacks spilling unseen hearts,
my own as tiny as the smallest
wish I made for you.

© 2014 Maureen E. Doallas
Posted by Maureen at 6:30 AM
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2 comments:

Peggy Rosenthal said...

What strikes me here as especially effective is the rhythm that you sustain: those 3 strong beats to each line, like ocean waves. But also the sharp imagery and your signature line-endings: how "wanting," "pinned," "Not," "broken," and "smallest" hang there holding an initial meaning, which then gets re-contextualized by the line that follows. Alliteration also works well to tighten this gem of a poem.

November 4, 2014 at 9:33 AM
humbird said...

Love the contrast of dynamics here from Fortissimo at the beginning to diminuendo and whispering at the end...
It'd be nice to listen the poem in recording...

November 4, 2014 at 1:52 PM

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