Thursday, August 22, 2013

Singing The Cuttlefish





Singing The Cuttlefish


I.



From the green seagrass
I learned to sway light,
tattoo canticles of blue
to move standing still
so life stands still with me,
primeval, mud-
 knowing but suddenly

 unable to fear.

Who really sees
in the short sharpened time
between hatch,
heat and shred
to seabed
except the ones
who long for me to
glow?





55 psychedelic cephalopods for    the g-man




II.

Powder
me
with darkness
ink  my skin
with ripples, camouflage cuttlefish shadow
stripes to flicker me frightening, wrong; fatality focused.
Shine the lost light to find me here
exposed on the lavarock naked
waiting for what
will never
stay
away.



~August 2013



A Fibonnaci poem, posted early for this weekend's mini-challenge at
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You can read  more about Sepia apama, the giant cuttlefish, here at wikipedia


28 comments:

  1. to move standing still so life stands still with me....cool, though waiting for what will not stay away def has an ominous tone to it surely....cuttle fish, honestly i dont know much of them....smiles.

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  2. Really love "powder me with darkness" and every line. It's a gift you have, making those cuttlefish sound so beautiful

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  3. ..to move, standing still. One would think this impossible. But after two years of swimming lessons at the YMCA, my first born son (at the age of 7) took a swimming test. He appeared to do everything correctly - the free style swim stroke - but he didn't move forward one inch. It was so funny - I literally cried with laughter. My poor son was in tears too, but I couldn't help it. I still giggle today. My little cuttlefish...

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    1. Poor kid--swimming is very complicated! There is one kind of cuttlefish that doesn't swim at all, but walks on its fins and tentacles--totally bizarre.

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  4. Now those ancient creature are FINALLY immortalized!!
    All it takes is to be noticed by you.
    Loved your poetically nautical 55
    Thank You once again Mistress of Mirth.
    Such a sweet soul you are.
    Have a Kick Ass Week-End

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  5. Beautiful capture of this stillness:

    short sharpened time
    between hatch,
    heat and shred

    Your Fib form is a lovely example Hedge ~ "Powder me with darkness" whew ~ I hope to write one during the weekend ~

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  6. You've caught the unique oddness of this strange sea creature, while hitting the proverbial nail on the head. No one really does see us except those who see us best.

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  7. Both poems or the collective one beautiful. I personally like the idea of swaying light, which is just so apt here, and so unique really. Wonderful verb and adverb use here and I love the word mud-knowing. k.

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    1. Thanks k--they are fascinating. If you ever have a chance, I highly recommend the Nova episode about them. They are supposed to have the largest brains of any cephalopod--as big as octopi--very crafty creatures, but also very whimsical I think.

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  8. You always find the most interesting creatures to write about!

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  9. They are fascinating creatures. I'd love to go see them for myself someday.

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  10. Great poems that capture these fascinating creatures beautifully. I don't know much about them either though know a little more today. I just love their colours. Really enjoyed my visit, thank you.

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  11. Wow, even in the strangest of fish is seen with beauty in your words. Both of these are exceptional!

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  12. Cuttlefish is just fun to say. What an awesome (and unusual) poetic subject, hedgewitch. I loved them both!

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  13. Both poems are as fascinating as the little creatures you describe. I agree with Talon - who would have thought to turn cuttlefish into poetry?

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  14. Ah. Reading Fibonacci article. So interesting to see film and think of sequencing in nature. Cool to revisit your poem in this light as I'd not focused on it before. Love the powder in the wet-- most try to keep their powder dry but the way that looks undersea. Sorry on iPhone so a little more incoherent than usual-- the inked ripples also so apt and the ending especially so-- I see creatures on wet rocks-- and water sloping over through the wait. I'd paid more attention to 55 before so glad if revisit. K.

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  15. "in the short sharpened time
    between hatch,
    heat and shred..."
    So love the almost hissing sound of these descriptive words.
    But the lines that sing for me are:
    "Powder
    me
    with darkness..."
    Such a beautiful weave and wave of images.

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  16. I love surreal dream like imagery here great poem!

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  17. There are some quite sizable beasts lurking off the Baja California coast, a type of squid that informs nightmares- the Humboldt.

    I admire both poems: in the first, the closing question squirts ink right in your eye, and in the second, the opposing two lines freeze you. ~ M

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  18. Reading your poems felt like tripping the light fantastic .. under water. How amazing.

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  19. Wow these were amazing! I love so many lines~ I love "ink my skin" I guess I prefer the second one!
    Hedge you dazzle me with Cuttlefish :D

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  20. What a revelation - I didn't know anything about cuttlefish at all; and what a fine metaphor for being without moving, for anticipation, for expectation and resolution. Written, as always in your fresh language and innovative manner. Wow!

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  21. Wow, this was fun, and I learned so much by following the Wiki link. First I discovered a whole new threatened species about which I can fret when I have nothing else to do, and I discovered how much I have in common with the cuttlefish, which are "able to channel most of their energy directly into growth because they spend 95% of the day resting". Me to a T: doing nothing and gaining weight.
    The fib form fascinates me, too, Hedge. Unfortunately, I can't remember the number sequence, so I have to be looking right at it as I write. I find that, for me, the 0 line works best, whereas your longest line is lovely.
    I'll have to work on that.
    K

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    1. Kay, you're making me laugh way too hard here--I do know exactly what you mean about the conserved energy turning directly into growth. Growth is such a nice, positive word! I think familiarity with the form--ie, doing it over and over--is all that will make the numbers come unconsciously. I've noticed that with other forms--each one I write is less of a look first write second thing. Thanks for reading, and for your most entertaining perspective on it all.

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  22. I do my "going nowhere in one place" on my treadmill. I think I am a cousin to the Cuttlefish. Love your words as always. "to move standing still so life stands still with me" There are times when all is well that I wish I could do that. Both poems are beautiful.

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  23. I'm going to have to show my kids the cuttlefish. Interesting creature. A touch of the prophetic and sinister in your close. I love your way with words Hedge.

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'Poetry is an echo asking a shadow to dance' ~Carl Sandburg