born in the year of deluge
May 16, 2008
born in the year of deluge
hope slips away like eels
beyond grasp and spear
all learn to hold air inside
nurturing internal voices
meditate on escaping breath
born in the year of deluge
seeds of expectation wash away
nothing is stable
seaweed and broken shells
tangle and punctuate
sorrows for the forgotten
beginning in deluge there is
always too much
and the scent of mildew carries death
mold greens underarms
and all crevices
fester and rot
born in the year of deluge
one always seeks shelter
umbrellas overhanging eaves
the comforting arms
of mermaids with scaly tails
dreams of love in salty places
by Eve Rifkah
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Categories: Water
Eve Rifkah
qarrtsiluni 
Am I really the first to comment? I think this is an amazing and thoughtful piece of work, and has its own kind of beauty.
Very lush and wet and has me checking my underarms. I just noticed the MP3 file and will download that soon to give a listen.
Rich and mysterious. I particularly like “dreams of love in salty places.”
By the last stanza I am inundated by the density of the water and gasping for breath. Thank you for the mermaids.
Has a certain mystical attraction…