Here is the completed poem. Many thanks to my fellow contributors who each provided five lines. Click on the names to view their excellent sites. The first three and last five lines are mine, as is the title. I decided to dispense with sentence punctuation, apart from a single question mark. I like questions and feel this one is important to the poem.
siren song
walk at the tide’s edge
here where ceaseless ocean surf
whispers to the land
prehistoric sharks teeth gleam
pools appear and disappear
wave shush absorbs sound
I float in the vast cold sea
from whence we all came Fans of Johnny Dowd
my blood merges echoing
memories of ancestors
who will keep this song
from the silence of neglect?
ripples collect thoughts memadtwo
the great oceans sing their thoughts
reverberating whale songs
frothy tidal surge
playing wet snare drum brushes
sea lions bark cadence daveply
as stars illuminate life
to imbue the foam with awe
a planet’s dreams wish
to encapsulate a wave
on which to escape opher
the water’s depths invite me
into their coolness within
and in the coolness
life renews
and I am ready to live again Steve Higgins
waves that sail the seven seas
will carry me back to land
wide-eyed castaway
washed up on another shore
with fresh tales to tell
Image: pinterest.com
Wow!! That really works Dave. Very nice.
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Cheers, Opher, the sharing floats my boat.
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Excellent! (K)
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🙂
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Lovely, a touch of John Masefield: “I must go down to the seas again, to the lonely sea and the sky, And all I ask is a tall ship and a star to steer her by.” One of my favorite poems as a kid. It still pulls me in. And your last five lines captured me. Good job everyone. –Curt
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Cheers, Curt, it was certainly exciting to see those responses come rolling in – to extend the metaphor. Hope you’re enjoying your pedalling, by the way! The last 5 lines came from the same place as my lost childhood story – still haven’t found it but, heigho, this comes close! https://davekingsbury.wordpress.com/2016/03/30/lost-reward-offered/
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And can’t resist this Spike Milligan parody:
I must go down to the sea again
To the lonely sea and sky
I left my vest and socks there
I wonder if they’re dry
While I’m pinging back, more about Spike on https://davekingsbury.wordpress.com/2015/11/10/spike-in-audience-ratings/
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Keep looking. 🙂
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Sure will … 🙂
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Excellent poem… I particularly liked the third and last stanza…
Have a great weekend. Aquileana 😀
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Cheers, Aquileana … enjoyed typing that, does it have a watery or nautical derivation?
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Dave! You produced what I was thinking last week, but was pressed for time 😀
Loved reading it!
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Be interesting to read yours if you get round to it …
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Awesome poem!! 👏👏*Claps loudly*😊
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Many thanks! On behalf of my co-writers … group bow!
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Great collaboration, works beautifully.
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Thanks, it confirms my belief that sharing allows us to be more than individual – the subject of my next post.
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i enjoyed reading the renga. interesting how many images relate to the past and and to travel. the last five lines provide a strong image that takes us beyond the ending of the poem.
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Space and time become one in our deepest thoughts. The ending was my attempt to pick up the idea of rebirth. Nice to think we can emerge anew after every dip, never thought about it till reading the earlier sections! Thanks for reading!
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