Sunday, January 23, 2011

tender towline



tender towline
fully submerged and waterlogged
guide to solid iron anchor
call it your own

enveloped in dulse
kelp forest is my home
restless kedge settled in muck
scouring sandstone

still i stay
tug vague and slight at the heart
timeless timber in tide's sway

when frightened, grapnel
panic only as you drift
weightless

anguish swelling
before the snap.



11 comments:

Shadow said...

weightless, yes! but why do we have to snap???

Old 333 said...

Thanks for the poem, NoxAlio. It appeared in my mind very clearly (unusual for pre-coffee!).

That sure looks like a medical-grade case of sunburn happening just above it.

Wine and Words said...

"tug vague and slight at the heart...
anguish swelling before the snap"

Yes! The tremor building to such tension before there is release...of any kind. A pent up breath, and the question, was the relief worth the exhale.

Noxalio said...

Shadow, i suppose it's how adept you are anticipating the surge as it arrives ... going with the flow ... but sometimes we get no clues to go by ... when all is 'more' than quiet ... and weightlessness leads to vertigo and the endless feeling falling ... justified or otherwise ... sometimes all in the mind ... no?

Noxalio said...

ha ha, PG ... yes it does i suppose ... and, who wouldn't char thus exposed? ...

it's good to "see" you here ...

Noxalio said...

Annie, hmmm ... i read it less as relief than terror ... of the snapping of a well and familiar bond, even if the rope occasionally chafes and scratches ... and the two ends never really come together ... but obviously the other way of reading seems way more prominent ... hmmm ...

Gerry Boyd said...

some interesting and unusual word choices really keep this afloat and add a delicious tension to the lines. bravo!

Noxalio said...

Thanks, Gerry ... it's good to hear from you ... are you still trekking? i hope all's been going well and that you're not stuck in the deep freeze right now ...

Gerry Boyd said...

Yes, we've been skirting the gulf coast, looking for some warmth but not finding much. Since we're essentially homeless, we'll stay on the road until we've had enough or are essentially penniless, which ever comes first. When it's warm enough we camp. When it's cold, we find cheap motels. Usually we only plan, roughly, a week ahead. Photo-blogging the whole thing at astralnomads.blogspot.com

Noxalio said...

yeah, Gerry, i've been reading and enjoying your photo-blog ... and i'm sure by now it's cliche, 'envy' is in fact the apt word describes that i feel for what you're doing ... brave souls ... i tip my (imaginary) hat in your direction!

Gerry Boyd said...

You're right, everyone does claim envy. Ha! Still it was a leap into the unknown for us and not without it's moments of fear I suppose. But, at our age, it was now or never. We simply chose now.