as if the light blue marbles I’d toss around as a child
were used to make the eyes of the man sitting beside me
the hues of the sea staring back at him, a mirror
a cold, wet wanting nears and retracts in the ebb and flow
waves creep slowly onto moist sand
new sensation, same old desire
want. yes. all of it.
I soften my tongue to let the words loose, to
deliver an ancient scroll made of persimmon
and saltwater berries
a practiced reveal shudders around in the heart valves
words crafted in silver
sweet, sweet but I still don’t speak
a chew of raw attempt
the outlining of letters in the mouth
how a woman once a girl manifested a high seas man out of marble
and lost her words to the sea
Photo by Georgina Marie – Mendocino, California
Published by Georgina Marie
Georgina Marie is a poet from Lakeport, Northern California. She is the current Lake County Poet Laureate for 2020-2022, the first Mexican-American and youngest to serve in this role for Lake County, and is the new Volunteer Literary Coordinator for the Lake County Arts Council. She has served as co-editor for the Middletown Art Center’s RESILIENCE and RESTORE collections of written word and visual arts, and is an assistant poetry editor for Rivet Journal, an online literary journal from Red Bridge Press. In 2020 she was an Anne G. Locasio scholar for the Mendocino Coast Writers Conference Poetry Workshop. As part of the Broken Nose Collective, an annual chapbook exchange, she created her first poetry chapbook Finding the Roots of Water (2018) and her second chapbook Tree Speak (2019). In Sept 2020, she became the Poet in Residence for Karma Compass. Visit her website at www.georginamariepoet.com.
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I love the use of words here. I can see everything you’re talking about here so clearly.
Blown away by lines like “a cold, wet wanting nears.” Bowing deeply to your ancient soul.
Thank you Dearly!
Thank you 🙏🏼