March Fragments

[DieterM]

1
Strange winds come blowing
from the Western ocean
with scents of dawn and salt

I unrest while sorting
seaweed emotions and
jetsam sensations

My back is aching,
bent under the pressure
of the rising tide


2
This sad voice sings
ballads of foreign strands
bringing whispers and whiffs
of supplementary realities,
Fairy Tale castles and
haunting meadows
and piano-tunes
like muted raindrops
melt away


3
That moment when
a whole universe feels wrong
and seagulls drop dead on a beach
and drunken ships run aground
and nothing, nothing, nothing at all
makes sense


4
Good morning,
I just called to tell you
I am still alive
I will stay here
In the Neverglades
Out of your way
Unplugged and
Praying that
My grapefruit days
Will end

I only wish your
Answering machine
Didn’t sound like you
On a March morning

[Bar22do]

Dieter, this is interesting, I have the preference for 2 and 3, though each is the development of the previous. Perhaps I'm the least enthusiastic about the last four lines, to me superfluous, but I may be wrong, of course! Enjoyed reading you, thanks a lot!

[aliengirl]

Wistful and full of interesting adjectives - "seaweed emotions", "jetsam sensations". I liked the third one best. Enjoyed the whole fragment!