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Tuesday, 17 January 2012
What a good idea!
An underwater Sculpture Park.
But whose idea,
to whom the kudos?
Surface Earthlings like ourselves,
or aliens from Under Earth
who've scaled to these enormous heights
above their Under Earthland
and been inspired by what they've found?
Stone comes to life,
the statues live and breathe
and have their being.
Deep beneath the ocean wave
an ancient dream is lived again...
Or is it simply that sea creatures
have made their homes
the works of art,
and now blow bubbles -
in which case, are they
or do they mean to register
"Up Yours!" - at our approach?
My money's on the Under Earthers,
the chance to swim around inside their thoughts...
How good would that be, eh?
To know how beings unlike us
conceive of what we cannot know;
to know them as we know ourselves!
The sea is apt to worry us sometimes,
what might be there and might come out of it
to threaten us on our dry ground..
But none of these will come,
the sculptures here are well behaved.
This is the worry in reverse:
that one of these might be the one
to tempt me from my dry world up above
to live the dream of water and of love.
You can be jilted by a work of art,
it's true. But not by these.
There's nothing here will leave you high and dry.
Posted in response to the Magpie Tales prompt.
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I see hopes for a better way in this - a hope I share. Excellently done.
You are ever thoughtful, though I was tickled with the lines 'or do they mean to register/"Up Yours!" - at our approach?'
and then charmed by your closing, ' one of these might be the one
to tempt me from my dry world up above/to live the dream of water and of love.'
Such good stuff. I never feel jilted by your art.
Love the idea of an underwater sculpture park but don't fancy visiting it Dave.
With the Weaver of Grass, I will let other people visit such a gardens. Glad to hear, however, that in such a garden the sculptures would be well behaved...unlike many of us above water. LOL. Nice write.
As much as I love water, I don't think I'd ever be tempted to live a life there. Unique and thought-provoking approach to the prompt, Dave.
I would love to visit a Underwater Sculpture park, Dave. Would be a great experience.
ha fun close on this...i think it would be truly fascinting to visit sucha place...i imagine there is a lot of peace there under water...
Clever ending on this poem, Dave! I enjoyed your interpretation of this Magpie!
This is such a clever take! I love it!
I hope no one but the fishies visit it. You are clever, as always. : )
It certainly would be different a underwater sculpture park its a really good idea :-).
I wonder if it will be a base for coral.
Or if in centuries after we are gone someone deduces that it was once above water. Or that the creatures that built it lived in the water.
Your poem got me looking as all the quirky aspects of this garden under the sea.
Why have I NOT placed this worthy blog on my sidebar before TODAY?!
Remedied, Dave. The honor is all mine.
Aloha from Waikiki
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A fish's heaven perhaps? Lovely piece for mer-folk anyway.
Best wishes Isabel of the floppy pink hat
Good to hear that. Thanks for saying.
I did almost scrub "up yours". Am still not sure.
The Weaver of Grass
No, nor I, not in my saner moments. Thanks.
Indeed, I suppose I was having a go...
No, it's one of my wild dreams - like having a croft on the West Coast of Scotland.
Yes, you can do so much underwater these days - even get married there!
It would seem so, yes, but I do wonder what we might uncover...
Much thanks for this. I must say I did enjoy writing it.
Thank you. Good to know.
Ah, I was hoping for more than that. Thanks though.
Thanks. Maybe someone will take it up!
Hi, and a warm welcome to the blog. Interesting thought, that centuries hence someone might think it was once under water. I wonder if that's been done already re sunken cities etc...
Bless you and many thanks! You emind me that I am well overdue to sort out my side bar. Thanks for that.
Wonderful thought - and why not?
Wow, an underwater world where nothing is as it seems really appeals to me.
Maybe WE are THEIR abovewater sculptures!
Lovely idea. And I specially like the last line!
As always, you take me on an unexpected trip. I've been gone far too long, from your wonderland of a blog.
snorkle! I want to snorkle above it....lovely poem.
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