Category: Water

Posted in motherhood, Water

1st Mate

Posted on by J.A.B. 
When the ocean around you turns gray,
clouds roll in blocking the light,
and cold foamy arms reach for you

I will be your 1st mate

As the storm gathers; winds rising
waves rolling, tossing your ship
mast shaking, sails snapping

I will be your 1st mate

With the torrent pulling at you,
drawing you down into an eddy of tears
Screaming at the hurricane’s wrath !

Remember you are Not Alone

Hold tight to the wheel my son
Fight against the torrent, as it
Threatens to swallow you whole

I will be you 1st mate

When waves crash onto the deck
I will batten the hatches
bend the lashings and set lines

I will be your 1st mate

I will stand in the heart of the storm
with you, offering you my strength
and my knowledge of these waters

we will ride out the storm, Together
Posted in journal, Water

Bitter Tea

Posted on by J.A.B.

I’ve reworked this piece and do not know which version I prefer…. so I’ve put them both here. I thought it would be fun to talk about a bit.

a cup of bitter tea

how we warm up to sadness
comforted by aching
so familiar that deep empty longing
 
uncertainty seems more risky
than heartache
so we stay with what we know
 
the familiar taste of our own sorrow

more bitter tea to drink

Funny how we can warm up to the sadness
Feel comforted by aching, Familiar with deep
empty longing
 
so fearful of leaving what we know
that uncertainty seems more terrifying, we stay
with what is know
 
the familiar taste of our own sorrow

I think the same feeling and message is captured in each version, the idea of staying in a place that causes you sorrow for fear of the unknown. I get caught in this thing where I try and condense my pieces down to micro poems. Those short word daggers that pierce right into our souls making us feel so much. I struggle with when to stop cutting out words…. where is the best place to stop trimming? I think it can be a little like when you trim your own bangs, there is like a millimeter between amazing and bad bangs 😉

So I offer it up to you dear reader…. which do you prefer?

How do you re-work your words?

Is this one of your struggles as a writer, what else do you bite your nails over?

Posted in love, Water

untitled – bath poem about love

Posted on by J.A.B. 
       it needs to be eased into, 
                                          like a hot bath

       My body resists for a second, 
                                          Almost Feels pain

       but its just a difference of degree

       breathing, 
                  your Scent as it drifts like steam

       Enveloping me in the Memory of your taste

       welcoming the Heat now, 
                                          skin prickling

       sinking deeply into your Warmth

       floating on the sensation of your touches

                                            Why do I Resist this Love

j.a_b

just a little note about this poem, it really has no title, so my dear reader if you can think of one, I’d love to hear it. Please leave it in a comment for me . Wishing you all a happy valentines day (yes I am a day late) February is kindness month with anit-bully day on feb 26, so my next bunch of posts will be love themed ❤

Posted in Water

Salt Water

Posted on by J.A.B. 
water
salt and water
in our veins in the sea
holding embracing
buoyancy
 
flowing and moving
our emotional tides
cleansing away 
on wave rides
 
offer and receive
balancing the new  
currents within
reveal whats  true
Posted in Water

Listening to the Gulls

Posted on by J.A.B. 
Is it the water or the sand, that softens the sounds?

Maybe it is the wind and the gentle lapping of the waves,
laying like a blanket over the din of the city 

But I can still hear the gulls clear. 
The rustle of their feathers as they take flight

Is it possible the people are quieter here?

Do they unknowingly tune into the rhythm of the waves?
with their inner childs rocked  into a lull. 

Their pleas for constant attention paused, 
if only for the briefest of moments. 

Does the motion of the sea  allow for stillness of the soul?

– j.a_b

Posted in Water

Slipperiness of Eels

Posted on by J.A.B. 
 fluttering and fanning 
 sliding into the light of a torch 
 ribbons in the dark mud

night beasts that seek the light 
 they are pulled out of hiding, seeking warmth
 and hating its magnetism

the light reveals what the mud hides
 seen for the ugly blind beast it is
 electric currents pulsing out
 
harming everything near to it
the environment becomes toxic 
with ignorance 
 
seeking to harm 
what it cannot understand
 transfixed it cannot return to the darkness 

until 
 one of us is gone, 
 
dimming my light is not enough for it has found me

j.a_b
Sept 13 ,2018