Childhood, Family, Fun, Gratitude, Home, Journeys, Love, Marriage, Miracles, Truth

Dreams Come True

With you, I’ve
revived teenage glories
mingled with poets
pandered politicians
sailed south on a summer cruise
screamed in joy on roller coasters
kissed at midnight on New Year’s Eve
spoken my own words at an open mike
laughed heartily and daily
put the children to bed as you wash dishes
held hands in every movie
woken cuddled in smiles
flown above the ocean waves

A short list
of the fantasies
you’ve made real
with no real attempt
at being fantastic
just honest truth
that this is how you live
to make my dreams
come true.

With you, I’ve
been set free to soar.

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Emergence

New beginnings emerging from the waters…

Cytherean Dreams

Emergence by Helen Comay Sometimes I dream I am the first woman emerging from the cold, primeval water, slippery as a seal with the sea brine still clinging to my naked body. I see my knotted, wavy hair pleated with viney seaweed, waterfalling down my back and my breasts like tributaries from a mountain after a heavy rainfall. My still partially-webbed feet stumble over the prehistoric skeletons of the brave who ventured before me, using their fins for feet. When I look around with my salty sea eyes, I see the beauty of the land as Eve, awakening from her preprimordial sleep, must have seen it, violent in its verdant outbursts sounds that echo and re-echo over contours of the land. I see dots of colors I could never have imagined in the aquamarine womb from which I emerged and look to the heavens to see a midnight-blue sky where…

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Indescribable

In the ocean today, with my cerulean gem, it was beautiful.

Cytherean Dreams

I can’t, I’m not
that good of a poet
to describe the
cerulean beauty
that resides now
on my left hand.

Its facets sparkle, dance,
play with the light,
hint of ocean depths
of the perfect heart
from which I was born.

The stone rests lightly
framed in white gold glory
crowned in draping swirls
which mirror the folds of fabric
that will adorn me
when I pledge my heart
to you alone, my betrothed.

The joy washes over me
sweeping me out to sea
when I stare, lovingly,
caught in its azure depths.
It’s indescribable.

I’m not good enough now,
but I have a lifetime ahead,
with your ring on my hand,
to keep trying.

 

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Seaweed

Cytherean Dreams

My daughter is the sea, her hair

kelp and briny tangles washing

through with dirt and starfish.

I give my devotion to her, to sit

and brush her hair, untangle

the seaweed so

She can shine, all on her own.

Green emerald iridescence under

frothy waves of turmoil.

I give my life to her, to keep

the sharks at bay, protecting

her beauty from their jaws.

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Beauty, Fun, Gratitude, Greek mythology, Love, Marriage, Miracles, New Paths

Indescribable

I can’t, I’m not
that good of a poet
to describe the
cerulean beauty
that resides now
on my left hand.

Its facets sparkle, dance,
play with the light,
hint of ocean depths
of the perfect heart
from which I was born.

The stone rests lightly
framed in white gold glory
crowned in draping swirls
which mirror the folds of fabric
that will adorn me
when I pledge my heart
to you alone, my betrothed.

The joy washes over me
sweeping me out to sea
when I stare, lovingly,
caught in its azure depths.
It’s indescribable.

I’m not good enough now,
but I have a lifetime ahead,
with your ring on my hand,
to keep trying.

 

Beauty, Childhood, Empathy, Family, Home, Journeys, Love, Pain

Seaweed

My daughter is the sea, her hair

kelp and briny tangles washing

through with dirt and starfish.

I give my devotion to her, to sit

and brush her hair, untangle

the seaweed so

She can shine, all on her own.

Green emerald iridescence under

frothy waves of turmoil.

I give my life to her, to keep

the sharks at bay, protecting

her beauty from their jaws.

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Emergence

Emergence
by Helen Comay


Sometimes I dream I am the first woman
	emerging from the cold, primeval water,
	slippery as a seal with the sea brine
	still clinging to my naked body.
I see my knotted, wavy hair
	pleated with viney seaweed,
	waterfalling down my back and my breasts
	like tributaries from a mountain after a heavy rainfall.
My still partially-webbed feet stumble
	over the prehistoric skeletons of the brave
	who ventured before me, using their fins for feet.
When I look around with my salty sea eyes,
	I see the beauty of the land
	as Eve, awakening from her preprimordial sleep,
	must have seen it,
	violent in its verdant outbursts
	sounds that echo and re-echo
	over contours of the land.
I see dots of colors I could never have imagined
	in the aquamarine womb from which I emerged
	and look to the heavens to see a midnight-blue sky
	where twinkling entities--sunfish, rays and starfish--
	swim and dance in the limpid moonlight.
I came to land to see, but now know
	I will never return to sea.


A guest blogger post from the Green Poets Group.