Still Life at Seaside - J.M. Medeiros

I’m older now

But the words are young

Verses with dew still on them. Ringing clear

sounding more saccharine since these in-between

years alone are deeper and grown over with a harder bark

Rolling off my tongue, graceful like the currents of a spring freshet

A creek that begs to be a river, heeding the homeward pleas of ocean salt

Saline lingers, suffused in a single breath as I brush-up close to the memory of your

voice

I imagine this, as the beachhead must - embraced in a clutch of tides, caressing the lips

of the earth.

Scars square the circle of memories. Corners - making it difficult to return them to me as

recognizable shapes. These are days I manage not to believe every lament has to be

perfectly formed. As it is, there are little enough untainted moments to fill what’s

left in a life. From above, this river runs through both our hearts.

And you can see the earth

now, as a perfect

circle

Originally published by Deadbeats Literary Blog, 2013. Also included in: Hearing Voices: The BareBack Anthology, 2014

J.M. (John) Medeiros is a part time writer, poet and wannabe farmer, living in the country near the hamlet of Walters Falls, in Grey Highlands Ontario, Canada.  

Medeiros has had numerous writing credits in newspapers and magazines and his poetry has been previously published in Feathertale and also in: 'Cantos' an Anthology of Contemporary Poetry (2013) published in the UK by Dead Beats Literature.