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Sonnet № 42214

For her he swam with sharks

Member since 2003 · Posted 2 Mar 2003 · Edited 29 Apr 2003 · 14 comments

I could not wait to see the Sea. To be broken by her swell. As she does this easily. With her salty rhythmic spell. In my mind I reminisce of playing on her shore. Sunny days of childhood bliss, and tide-pools to explore. But now I do not recognize. These waters I am in Nor the priest sent to baptize beneath his dark-white fin. "The sun bled well today" was all the Sea would say. I was led astray, now beneath her waves I stay.

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[n/a] OneFingerAnswer 2-Mar-03/6:09 PM Reply
Hidden meaning? I can't find it. Your vagueness needs to be balanced with hints. Too much vague and you aren't understood. Too many hints and it's no fun.
[10] Bachus › OneFingerAnswer 2-Mar-03/6:27 PM Reply
Hidden meaning? Vague? it's about getting use to life and change for the unsurprising surpise of dying inevitably. in other words, beauty holds death as well as death holds beauty, Nature reveals this point on every level. mix that with the fact that i'm a sun baby with a shark and wave fetish and vualla shark fin and femur soup. the water coupled by the babtism by blood and nature. Jesus walked on water. We don't.
[n/a] Mikius › Bachus 29-Apr-03/2:14 PM Reply
Please don't say all that 'death is beautifull' crap. THe sad fact is death is a parting of friends, not some beautiful eternal rest. When did you see someone die you knew and say, 'Wow. How beautiful, my friend is dead'
[n/a] -=Dark_Angel=-, P.I. › Mikius 29-Apr-03/2:44 PM Reply
What if someone who had a really ugly face died by having their face pulped by a giant face-pulper then the blood splattered against the wall in the exact shape of Van Gogh's Sunflowers? Would that not be beautiful?
[n/a] Shardik › -=Dark_Angel=-, P.I. 29-Apr-03/4:09 PM Reply
been there done that. Baba yaga's epic St. Germain covers that. I think it was blasted off by hornets and sea urchins though, and there would be no blood sense it was inside the pulp not outside.
[n/a] Shardik › Mikius 29-Apr-03/4:06 PM Reply
You must be mistaking my multi spectral sonnet here for some last minute annoyance your brain contrived in a rushed search to find an intelligent comment. This Sonnet is not about death at all. It's about acceptance and recognition mixed into an eternal meditation and awareness of environment. Don't be one dimensional here please it's bad for my cuticles. Thankyou.
[8] hipster flare 3-Mar-03/5:39 AM Reply
I liked it all right. 8.
[8] INTRANSIT 29-Apr-03/5:14 PM Reply
one more (k) in your moniker and you could be a hemi-pene. what's a whole pene called? does the female get shot-peened? if he loses one, does he get peened off?

i'll stop now.
[n/a] Shardik › INTRANSIT 29-Apr-03/5:23 PM Reply
Have you ever seen a ufo plecostomus? or an emeral or gold nugget plecostomus? Did you know that bull sharks are notorious maneaters and freshwater sharks? Don't swim alone in Chilean lakes... Trust me.
[8] INTRANSIT › Shardik 29-Apr-03/6:55 PM Reply
Tell me, Are these Chilean finned beings cold, or warm blooded?
[n/a] Shardik › INTRANSIT 30-Apr-03/12:50 AM Reply
Cold, of course. The Chileans dispose of their dead sometimes wrapped in cloth dumped in the lake. the sharks (bull) have gotten use to the taste.
[8] INTRANSIT › Shardik 30-Apr-03/5:42 AM Reply
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a ritual of some kind? freshwater bull sharks. interesting.
we've got northern pike. no match, though you need to use a steel leader to catch'em. and chain mail gloves. and shotgun.
[n/a] -=Dark_Angel=-, P.I. › INTRANSIT 30-Apr-03/9:13 AM Reply
... and a little nappy to put on the pike should any unpleasantness occur.
[4] Garrett S Sexton 30-Apr-03/1:38 PM Reply
Really not my cup of tea, but I appreciate your poem as it stands.4