Poetry by Melissa Lemay

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A basking shark did shed a tear

I thought I saw God behind –
as I was drowning in the sea –
milking ocean brine
for Heaven’s vagary.

And so I called to Him –
He didn’t seem to hear.
Still as I swam,
a basking shark did shed a tear –

for the world thought him to be
quite a spectacular scare.
He slowly swam to me
and held me out his Hand.

I obliged rather gratefully
for lack of sight of land.
On his broad back he placed me,
and delightfully we swam.

Then I saw a book floating,
tossing in the water.
Baffled in our boating,
I thought gather it – I ought to.

Onward we rode the current,
over the sea anemones,
my basking shark and me.
And then I learned to read.


Begonias

I dreamt you slid your fingertips awash
All down my spine and let them linger at
Its base. You pressed your fingers into flesh.
My legs, their muscles tense, became guitar

Strings that you played in notes that God had never
Heard; climaxing gently in soft refrain.
Your hands they turned to water and they stripped
Blank petals from my flowers—tulips, roses

And begonias went splashing on their way.
Dreams timeless carried on until I woke,
Not sure of place, and dreams forgotten, yet
I felt that you had been inside and played

Upon my heart and in my mind, the one
And only light all tossed about at sea.
Next time I’ll leave a light on and perhaps
Catch sight of you as on my frets you play.

I dreamt strings that you played and begonias
Went splashing on my heart and in my mind.




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42 thoughts on “Poetry by Melissa Lemay

  1. Begonie
    .
    Ho sognato che facevi scivolare le tue dita
    lungo tutta la mia schiena e le lasciavi indugiare alla
    sua base. Hai premuto le dita sulla carne.
    Le mie gambe, i muscoli tesi, sono diventate chitarra

    Corde che hai suonato con note che Dio non aveva mai
    sentito; culminando dolcemente in un morbido ritornello.
    Le tue mani si sono trasformate in acqua e hanno strappato
    i petali vuoti dai miei fiori: tulipani, rose

    E le begonie continuavano a sguazzare.
    Sogni senza tempo continuati finché non mi sono svegliata,
    non sicura del posto, e sogni dimenticati, eppure
    sentivo che eri dentro e giocavi

    Sul mio cuore e nella mia mente, l’unica
    e unica luce tutta sballottata in mare.
    La prossima volta lascerò la luce accesa e magari
    ti vedrò mentre suoni sui miei tasti.

    Ho sognato le corde che suonavi e le begonie
    schizzavano sul mio cuore e nella mia mente.

    .
    Melissa Lemay is a very interesting verse writer. Thanks for suggesting it, I have translated Begonie into Italian and I will publish it in my weekly column Gioielli Rubati on April 21st. Please inform the author, thanks and greetings from Italy

  2. Melissa Lemay is a very interesting verse writer. Thanks for suggesting it, I have translated Begonie into Italian and I will publish it in my weekly column Gioielli Rubati on April 21st. Please inform the author, thanks and greetings from Italy

  3. Terrific poetry by Melissa. The basking shark, a book, petals taken from your flower. Great images. I’ll be remembering the basking shark in particular in part because I know it’s perceived as a “scare” of a predator. Thank you!

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