Poetry

So a good friend of mine asked me about any recent poetry I have written, and this is the first poem that I have worked significantly on. At the moment I'm trying out new ways of poetry; while I emulate the poetry of Eavan Boland and Seamus Heaney, I want to see what different subjects and voices feel the best. I wrote this poem thinking about the 2 months I spent living on the Sea of Cortez on my uncle's boat. He cleverly named his boat "Odyssey", and I took this theme a bit further, especially in the last lines of the poem.

I guess you could say that this poetry is my attempt at being mysterious and ambiguous, but I really enjoyed writing the imagery in this poem (but maybe took it a little too far...?). Let me know what you think!

We Cut Through Waves of Glass

We cut through waves of glass, letting
the sprays of crystal liquid grow around the prow
like shimmering baby’s breath in the morning
light. The blue air rose from the water,

Biting our exposed skin, while the liquid velvet
underneath beckoned us into its silky

Depths. Dawn dispersed the siren’s cry
as the blushing clouds above us became
varnished in gold and the sea submitted
to the color of the sky.

The chains rattled in your hands,
groaning about their disturbance as rivers

poured down their caked sides, rumors of
lotus on their lips. We revolved around
the table, stringing coordinates and
compasses together to form a journey.

Do you remember it? The air blocked
our passage, the sea mirrored the deepest

fears of shadow, broken only by the
sound of waves across the water. You
found peace among that black liquid, a sweet
drowning in the silence; I lost you in that

instant, saw you fade away to only an echo.
The mountains tore the horizon.

The ocean swirled in circles around our
ship as we pierced through the glass to
make it home to a wife and son long
lost in the midst of all this.