commandeering a seahorse

have I lost you
is there no going back
will a bat-signal to Superman
reverse the planet
and give me one last chance
I’ll be brave this time
leaping into the frigid waters
to commandeer Aquaman’s seahorse
I’ll telepathically summon all manner of swimming creature
to aid my plight
then I’ll leap from the waves
higher than Lone Ranger
donning Iron Man’s suit
and jettison into the night sky
once in the black, I’ll lasso every star
ricochet the multitude across the oceans
to illuminate the entire planet
and when you’re found
I’ll rip open my flying cape and show you
the words sewn into the lining
hidden there
for fear I’d fall from the sky
if I’m honest now
I won’t need my flying cape

just as long as you’re a superhero too

Seabiscuit Shell

Seabiscuit Shell

other than being a somewhat seahorse, the art doesn’t really jive with the words, it will have to do for now until I have more time to create more art – sorry:)


13 thoughts on “commandeering a seahorse

  1. Okay, you’re showing off now, ๐Ÿ˜‰
    This post shall be example #679373 in my dissertation re: AMRK, The Poet.
    Seriously: From the title to the last line, this is exceptional, AM. Language is so incredibly tone-perfect, and movement is enchanting.
    Here’s the thing: The poem’s persona has this flying cape with a secret cargo — words. The words, she knows, prop her up, keep her from falling — give her freakin’ super powers! Now here’s the part where I’ll take a little liberty with my interpretation: It seems, to me anyway, that when the narrator finally reveals her words she learns that she never should have kept them hidden in the first place. It seems to me, AM, you’re writing this poem to yourself, urging your creative self to come out and fly (stay with me here), cheering on your inner writer (hey, I’m trying) onto a life of words. As I said, I may be way off base here. ๐Ÿ™‚
    And, btw … This comment? Not intended to push or nag, huh-uh. ๐Ÿ™‚ All in good time, my friend, all in good time. ๐Ÿ˜‰


    • See now this is what I mean – your comments are philosophical wonders wrapped in thoughtful prose rolled in uplifting tones and vivid inspiration and I truly thank you for the steady stream of gentle prod ๐Ÿ™‚ I really have a plan. Soon as all people are in their places and things are in their corners I’m charging ahead – promise


  2. You are most welcome, AM.
    I give what I get, and your thoughts have given me much inspiration this past year-plus.
    A plan is definitely important — says a woman who has none. ๐Ÿ˜‰
    You needn’t promise me anything; your word is enough.
    Have a great Friday, Miss.


  3. Oh I love Seabiscuitshell! Love him! And love his dream of being adorned with the winner’s wreath….gets me thinking….what would I like my wreath to be should I be awarded such a prize? A wreath of sparkling stars with tinsel hanging down the back — on beautiful soft firs. ๐Ÿ™‚ And my favorite lines in this poem are ” Iโ€™ll lasso every star ricochet the multitude across the oceans
    to illuminate the entire planet.” Would that I could do that! ๐Ÿ™‚ Love the words, love the drawing!
    Apologies my friend….have not been to visit as often as I’d like. Somehow I’ve gotten wrapped up in writing with flash fiction and a wonderful virtual pub called dVerse…….been challenged in my writing which I like a lot. Need to get these old synapses firing! ๐Ÿ™‚ Leave for 2 months in Bermuda, 2 weeks from today. Life shall slow down as that is the culture. Are you doing much substituting these days? If I remember right, it always seemed like when the weather got colder and the snow got deeper or the sleet began to slosh, my phone rang more often at 6 AM!
    Thinking of you my friend……with much affection and admiration as always!


    • Lillian, what a world traveler you are. I hope to do the same one day – must get the kiddies off to college first – a few more years ๐Ÿ™‚ Your trip sounds marvelous!
      I like your wreath choice!
      No apologies necessary ever. Most of us keep blogs to inspire creation. I’m so happy to read you’re doing so much inspired writing:)
      I’ve been off blog quite a bit too and will probably remain so for the foreseeable future. After I get all the parents moved where they’re going, and fix the studio… I want to work on a project that (I pray) I can self publish:)

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      • Oooooh sounds interesting! Self-publishing looks to be the way to go these days. Interesting, when I read others’ works and see that they are published….then go and look and it’s ineveitably with a company that helps folks do self-publishing. The woman who wrote the book about Alzheimers from which the movie about Alice was made (female lead won an academy award — names escaping me now) first self-published her book as she received a bazillion rejects from so many publishing firms. She actually then sold it out of her car — and then ultimately it was picked up by a major publisher, became a best seller and then went international. So — get the trunk of your car ready to carry your self-published work rather than wrestling gear and furniture being moved from place to place! ๐Ÿ™‚ I’ll be the first to buy, my friend!


      • Wow! What a story.
        And yet, another use for a car trunk beyond shopping, mob hits;), trunk or treat…self-publishing! I love it. Thank you for the splendid idea and thank you for your support as always, Lillian:)
        A similar story happened to women I know – a sister duo who first self-published, created a website and asked all who read their book to review on their book’s site and they were eventually picked up by Harper Collins or Rowe can’t quite remember – their self-pub work was called Colette’s Prayer – that’s the version I read – historical fiction based in the south ‘circa, Gone With the Wind time as I recall. It was a very entertaining read – DeVa Gant (their combined name as authors). I can’t remember the name of the trilogy the giant self-published book was split into – the first book might be – A Silent Ocean Away –

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