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blog action day: water poem #8

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slipping into warm golden water;
late afternoon, the sun
will go down in a while.
little waves lick
glistening wet rocks.
faraway sounds of life.
here: alone with drops
moving slowly down wet cloth
clinging to body
warm in the sun.
no shivers.
no need to swim.
no need to reach for a towel.
slow, slow, only,
warm only,
only with waves,
only with drops, cloth, rock, body
moves she,
turning her face
to the sun
and to a sound
only she can hear.

by isabella mori

for blog action day today, october 15, 2010, i am posting 15 water poems in 15 hours.

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blog action day: water poem #6

Urmia Salt Lake / دریاچه ی نمک ارومیه

wallow in the thick waters
that made your tiny, tiny boat bob
on slimy, inky algae,
your boots not high enough, the bubbles
drop down to your socks, slobber them with
muddy murk

and you slosh through anyway because
there is nowhere else to go
but walk on through, walk on through
until you get to the dock where pike whisper at you,
in confidence,
and if you make out what they say
– it’s really not that hard –
you’ll get the drift, the shift,
and
like jesus
you’ll walk on water.

by isabella mori

for blog action today, october 15, 2010, i post 15 water poems in 15 hours.

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blog action day: water poem #5

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for blog action day on october 15, 2010, i am posting 15 water poems in 15 hours.

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the russian in the shadow
muttered half baked
on the hard ice,
all scrambled under his frozen bearded breath,
some last words
before the northern light changed it all.

with one big bang of
brightness in fiery ominous rainbow glow
he was transported
to a different land.

down on the north pole
they still remember him
by his scream, “toot the elephant!”

he doesn’t remember.
he lives a new life
in a new world.

by isabella mori

blog action day: water poem #3

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for blog action day on october 15, 2010, i am posting 15 water poems in 15 hours.

poem #3

i can hear the
water running steady
a light gurgling
and then
quiet rushing
dripping
but those are not
sounds
just words
i want to tell you
– really, i want to
tell you –
what i hear, not
words for water-actions
i want to tell you
about the sounds
how much those
vibrations mean to me
each night, brushing my teeth,
washing my hands once again
a quick shower that
clears much more than sweat
i want to tell you
about what happens
in my ears
who feel soothed
my brain
who feels calmed
my heart
who feels a
closure for the day
when the water runs,
quiet,
on another wednesday
night here on the
west coast.

by isabella mori