Mandarine Java

Rookie (15-05-1982 / Mexico City)

Song To The Pacific Ocean - Poem by Mandarine Java

Surf off and ride on Silver Spurs…
Sunset Golden waves and Paradise. Take off your hat
and be
as old as I am. Listen.

Measure the sun with the tip of your toes and let the Winds
brush back
your hair and lift up your skirt
and sing us a song
or the end of a song
And remember the sound of Jet Engines and the whistles of
Propeller-Blade
Symphonies… Blue eyed Queens and Cocktails. Lipstick stains on teenage
walls… Seagulls dressed in sugar Jackets.

Sing us the song of a traveling dream and Swing to the Waltz of the
waves
and remember Hockney and all that big Splash! and all that Galapagos and all that sidewalk palm-tree extravaganza
and all that Sun spilling
red mercury drops on the skin of the water and all that music

and
all that Pacific Ocean.


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  • (4/10/2012 10:53:00 AM)


    A beautiful poem, like it. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, April 10, 2012



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