"New Atlantis"
The ocean’s roar comes back to haunt
The balance of memory fallen
From another saline sea-with land legs
Still shakey, grappling to gain
Foot-hold on a miners blood and fame
Puzzle’s skeleton: sun, sea, silence
Where do they go when they evaporate
Into the yellowing pages of books
Referenced by the poet and the painter
Those unrepentant and unredeemable
The silver gleeming in the ashes
The cataclysm of a disunioned war
Far away eyes in a bar with whiskey
Cold air flutters fogging up windows
Smoke of the measured measure
Weightless and unweighing
Sun sea silence: a wound buried far too deep
To be bandaged-striking at the root
Of a new Atlantis.
Comments
Wonderful write.
I thought of Donovan.
wow thanks! I had a bit of a problem with the spacing. I am now listening to the song!
– BiographyofRed8
Great write bio!
thanks sooo much!!!!!!!! Happy new Year!
– BiographyofRed8
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– BiographyofRed8
This is a leap and you have done a good job.
Wow, another one that makes you think and feel………
The ‘New Atlantis’ Sir Francis Bacon was referring to was actually America, and the very notion to create a country… inviting all to come (but having to give up their own countries of origin and heritage) to start a new heritage… E. Pluribus Unum (from many one). Was it nothing more than an excursion in psychology… to see what some would give up in order to gain something hoped for by offer alone… or by economic and religious need alone?
I find that your poems really envelope the senses as you read them. Almost as if you are lost in another world. This one is really wonderful.