Sunday, April 7, 2013

Magpie Tales 163: Our Drowning....






















our drowning 



we're drawn to our sea-side nature 
          for healing and pleasure;  

soles on hot sand, toes dug into 
          cool layers;

waves applauding the shore begging
          bodies for recompense; 

furtive steps plashing timid, 
          as we drape ourselves
          in false modesty

clutching an ocean of eros 
          inside-out. 


Poem © R. Burnett Baker 
Photo Woman With a Towel, 1898, Edgar Degas,  shared by Tess Kincaid.

12 comments:

  1. the clarity and form of this piece are really well handled. I love the notion of "our sea-side selves", and of being drawn to something within ourselves. Nice write.

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  2. yep- we're drawn to our sea-side nature!
    Absolutely! Have a great day!

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  3. Lakes, oceans, rivers ... we are drawn instinctively ... back to the womb. Lovely poem, Rick.

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  4. 'clutching an ocean of eros inside out' ...this is such a gorgeous idea

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  5. made me think of Verigina Beach, for some reasons

    Lower Body Wrap

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  6. I imagined my toes in the sand, umbrella drink in my hand as I read this :)

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  7. I loved this: the waves applauding the shore, because, yes, they do that. And we are all drawn to our seaside nature. Wonderfully written.

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  8. I am truly amazed how that painting has taken us venturing into new paths...

    paint me in many hues, not just black

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  9. Clutching an ocean of Eros..what a depth to fall into..wow!!

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  10. Wonderful. Ocean of Eros....I'd be more than happy to take the plunge!

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