So, another poem prompt at dVerse Poets, this one from Merril, about boats and boating.
“The prompt for today – write a poem about boats/ships, boating of any sort. You may write and ekphrastic poem using one of the given paintings for inspiration. There is no set form, write in free verse, write a haibun, Golden Shovel it, write a sonnet, a cinquain or a ballad”
We have a production music website that my boss and I use at work (I am a radio production guy) and sometimes I will come across instrumentals that catch my ear, maybe not quite right for the commercial I’m in the midst of trying to build, but some things that I just like and then save for future “borrowing” reference as I will sometimes write some lyrics to them and then do a bit of “songing” and producing (along with song parodies, though serious topical things, not silly ones).
Well, I couldn’t really come up with anything new for this prompt (sorry Merril) as I became stuck instead on something from a couple of years ago where I did what I just mentioned, write something to an instrumental I had saved for myself and then some “songing”. I tried to equate things that have weighed on me, still weigh on me, with the heaviness of the sea, drowning and a one filled with sea monsters as I’ve always been fascinated with the stories of myth and legend of sailors and their sea monsters and even fears of sailing off the edge of the earth …
I thought to maybe take the lyrics of this and pare them down some into more of a “proper” poem but then I thought maybe it was already poem enough, just in tune.
I know this is a bit outside of the prompt but it still does involve the sea so …
Flat Earth
I looked out onto the water
To a horizon that’s always just one crest away
It keeps stretching getting further
With every stroke ta-ken
Till soon a-gain
Soon
Just
Another day now
To leave me wonder
Do I even know what I want there
If I swim out
To the edge now
Skirting sea demons
But still fall off of this flat earth
Into space
What would I hope to find
—
Maybe a lover
From my immortal days
One blithely left behind to fend her heart’s ways
Maybe my father and a proper goodbye
Say sorry for not being there not looking to the
Sky
Or maybe Mother have her wake from her daze
And maybe recognize the world once again
Or am I just treading waves hoping they hold
Long enough
To skirt more demons
Before I fall
—
I looked again now
Onto the water
Horizon still always just one crest away
It keeps stretching getting further
With every stroke ta-ken
Till soon a-gain
Soon
—
Maybe there’s still more air to gasp
Grasp and flail swim up from beneath the heavy waves
Back from off the edge of a flat earth
From space
And swim back
Take on sea demons face to face

Staring out to that horizon in wonder. It’s always a desire to go there I think but we can never escape to that vanishing point as we have to face each wave that hits us. I like your spin on the prompt.
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Thanks so much!! I really appreciate it and you taking the time! And yes, we do have to face each wave that hits us.
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“Back from off the edge of a flat earth” — Our regrets, our dreams keep taking us there and back, the weight of memory and desire (as T. S. Eliot would say). Such a beautifully measured rhythm and emotion to this poem, it’s imagery coalescing perfectly into that “Horizon still always just one crest away.”
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Thank you, and the rhythm is one of the reasons I saved this particular tune for my future reference back then. Just slow and determined seemed to fit.
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Thank you so much for sharing. It definitely works for the prompt. I left the form open, and since you included the lyrics, it’s fine. I read them first–horizon and days going on into the distance, looking back to when the person felt “immortal,” and wondering what lies ahead. Bittersweet. I liked your song; it made me think of Bowie.
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Thanks Merril! And think of Bowie? Too high praise there! 🙂 🙂
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You’re welcome! 😊
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