Language, in collective
is common as a string of diatoms
catching sun under waves
amusing in symmetry, planktoned;
singular voices twined and twinned
in murmuring/measured in microns
stored in card catalogs of (dis)content
filtered through digital baleen
the way whales feed, licking words
that together shift tides red:
remembering the taste
of one voice,
a singular, killing smallness
all is swallowed.
I’m a sucker for a seafarin’ tale
🙂 I need to get to a shore, somewhere soon!
Your ocean of words is in better shape than the seven seas!
My favorite line: catching sun under waves
amusing in symmetry.
I do love your words Susan.
Aw, thanks, Audra. And here I thought you’d have something to say about the card catalog 😉
well that goes without saying… always near and dear to my heart
Complex if short, and I suspect I’d have a different impression from each read.
I read this one out loud. Hmm, I don’t usually do that – it was good.