Hallway to Nowhere

Tag: sea serpents

  • The Bones Of The Earth Are The Waters Of The Sea (Poem)

    When I was a child, I lived by the sea.

    I swam in its waters and played on its shores.

    Grey-bearded cypress trees and ancient oaks

    Were my beloved friends,

    And sea serpents taught me the beginnings of wisdom.

    Now I live in the mountains far from any ocean.

    I walk on their trails and gaze at their peaks.

    Brightly garbed maples and hickory trees

    Are my present companions,

    And the bones of the earth counsel me on patience.

    On a walk I picked up a stone and held it to my ear.

    I did not hear the roar of vast waves.

    But I did hear faint echoes of half-forgotten susurrations

    Reminding me that I am loved.

    The past is with us always.

  • What I’ve Found (Poem)

    When I was a child, I lived by the sea.

    I swam in its waters and played on its shores.

    Sometimes I would visit the sea serpents

    Who lived hidden in the deep.

    They told me many tales,

    For they were griots, wise and fierce and ancient indeed.

    Much of what they whispered

    Has given me aid and comfort through the years.

    But I have also learned this:

    Even sea serpents can lead one astray.

    Like all beings,

    Sometimes they just make things up.

  • Thus I Hear Once More (Poem)

    As a child I lived by the sea.

    I swam in its waters and played on its shores.

    Once I dove deep into the dreamland of the depths.

    There I encountered all manner of magical creatures

    And sat with sea serpents to hear their stories.

    They would curl around me to whisper in my ears

    Marvelous tales, wise and wondrous and whimsical.

    They said, “When you arrive at the surface again,

    You will forget our time together, but only for a while.”

    I am beginning to remember and often hear their laughter

    Rippling through the stars at night.

  • Thus Have I Heard (Poem)

    As a child I lived by the sea.

    I swam in its waves and played on its shores.

    Once I cut my foot on a shard of glass,

    So my blood has mingled with the sand.

    But remember this:

    We all come from the ocean.

    Its salt waters run through our bodies.

    Hence if we choose to listen,

    We can hear the murmured stories of sea serpents

    To guide us on the path.