Seaweed – Laverne Frith
(after a painting by Georgia O’Keeffe)
Surely the soundings of the sea
must accompany it, follow it to shore
where seaweed learns to languish,
All stories are sad when they reach their end.
The rain comes; the night falls; Malone dies alone.
With little bites, the pragmatic devours the idealistic.
A bit of ash, a grain of sand; dust blows down the avenues.
Coldness in Love – D. H. Lawrence
And you remember, in the afternoon
The sea and the sky went grey, as if there had sunk
A flocculent dust on the floor of the world: the festoon
Of the sky sagged dusty as spider cloth,
And coldness clogged the sea, till it ceased to croon.