Depth Of A Sun-Splashed Sea Poem by Felix Bongjoh

(i)

I stand
on a cliff's edge
by a rolled-
out mat
of feathery sea

flying on it
across its flat
wavy

and wooly
rippled tiffany
and teal
ruffled rug,

carrying
my walking
eyes

and funneled
and tapered
edges
and wings
of sun, its rays

melting down
like dripping
splashing wax
from
a burning candle

whiffing
off steamy
graphite
and shadow smoke.

(ii)

It spirals
through
broken crystals
of glassy beams,

as it stands
on its beige-
cream
stem of daylight

fondling
the stretching
turquoise

and sapphire
plastic
swaying sheets

of times driven
by rays
carried by
crystal trays

of waves
breathing out foam
and fume.

(iii)

How deep
and ruffled
is life's
stretched arms
across

a viridian stretch
to the contours
of borders

beyond islands
of sandstone

harboring
a puffin perched
on life's
growling rocky peak,

as the sea
flays no dog
sinking
to a sea floor,

eyes
and ears cannot
catch

and scoop out
with
that lone
fisherman's nest.

Eyes, shoot out
your arrows
to fish out

those cream
pebbled
bones
of my drowned

forefathers
in a shipwreck
above
many a wreck

sitting on silt,
a sea bed's floor
carrying sky
to breathe out
life's foam and spume.