I lived in depths of a hundred fathoms
Where days are dark and cold
Darting shrimps leave silver streaks
The only light to be seen at noon
You can’t tell when it’s ebb or tide
In my abyss no precision gauge
Measure what is great and small
Leviathans and weak fish equal in esteem
Friendly barnacles smile but who’s to see
Sea grass greet should anyone come
Fiddler crabs play mute chamber music to
An audience of groupers with mouths agape
Endless miles of filigreed corals
Graceful kelp lined row on row
A regal maze of lime green hedges
Lie hidden in deep blue trenches
Loveliest place in all of the seven seas
Only if a million bonfires could be lit
An Eden kept secret, you know it’s there
Illumined by floodlights of my mind
This piece, as well as the others after it (I'm sure) is evocative of your Pointillist poem: it paints, not tells. The rhythm is just right allowing for a smooth flow of images. There is a grammatical situation in 'precision gauge measure' I think you have to choose which verb should have the 's'. If 'gauge' is a noun (defined by 'precision' then it's 'measures'. Would not 'all' be better then 'in esteem' since it also rhymes with 'small'? The last line of the 3rd stanza would look and sound better if you started it with 'To an audience...' Overall, another gem, Ed. The poet is a dreamer who wields magic with a two-letter wand 'if'.
dude what a poem! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! excellent. It's so hard to find someone who really gets it on here. You do. The imagery, the flow, the style- all perfect 10/10
I fail to appreciate the poetic logic. Dark nd cold under the sea yet you see well even if noonlight enters but not too brightly.. Bonfires under water? And yet the poem isn't surreal.
Brilliant imagery in this write Eddie, I enjoyed reading it, 10 Lynda xx
i couldn't agree more with the their comments sir...it's amazing..perhaps words are not even enough to describe your poem. And i know your putting your heart in it.. I have a new poem too.Entitled 'picture' i hope you can read it but its not necessary to give a comment. Thank you sir. Beautiful poem.
Wow Dark Eden is very well written. As soon as I started reading it I felt a chill go down my spine. Nice descriptions.
I feel sad when reading this poem.. But well written Krista
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
hi there! the poem is great only that it's full of sadness, loneliness and this could be only true in a dream. Anyway it sounds well and great.