Sepias Poem by Patrice Toulouse

Seas and strands of ancient loves

Island one

Bent on your shoulder
Her forehead hardly weighs
Weary loose motion
Blank averted eyes

Wordless

The mauve green day
Breathing away
High sails flapping
In the listless breeze

Island two

A bay bows itself open
Where the brown flood calms down
Deep-darker than night sky
Amid the echoing waves
The quibbling choir of vain birds
Voices of which dead dwindled kin
No land for live dwelling
Far under the dim night orb
Distant lights slowly sway

Island three

From green tide
Up
An oval sun
Springs for you 'lone

Naked shiver
Gift
To the rising day

Postcard

From a country forever quiet
You yonder time pilgrim
Move among slow signs
Under the sun twin face

Greyed

Your tamed breath goes toying
Among the foamy jetsam
The meteors
The fleeing bitter silk you tread

Oblique

The warm sand-shoulder yields
Under your bare foot
Towards the crumbly skyline.