The Surreptitious Prayer

Woman of the sea,

any sea dank and dreary as a womb

of an unknown mother spirit

Seek in me a power,

of all power that Gods beheld as

secret epitaphs of mortal souls.

Force its brine

into the brim of the awaiting cauldron

perched in this hells edge,

“To the top and rim above”

i call at her bosom

and sense what is mine

In rhythm satin

and crimson red cast upon her flesh

surge to life, odorous of life

We have seen the often unseen

as if looking betwixt

seas that meet at sunset

In this parting chasm

ours is the life always

here and never there

Of Venus singing pure

by minds conceived sacred

we are with time, unresolved

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tonymac04 6 years ago from South Africa

"We are with time, unresolved." I like that line very much. Though I have to confess that I have never thought of a womb as "dank and dreary"? A littled puzzled by that one?

A very interesting poem - thanks for sharing it.

Love and peace

Tony


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Sherbet Penny 6 years ago from Galway, Ireland.

Well I like the dank and dreary as a womb line, as we all see things differently at times, this is great stuff, love the style of writing George. The photo is excellent also.


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SummerSteward 6 years ago from Duluth MN

You've let me experience a rythym of lifes cycles I often forget.. Thank you.

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