Shapes of Water
GiaB prompt 2–4: the beach

What is there, protected by your surface? Is that a turtle or school of tuna gliding? Shades of you playing games with my mind Your voice speaks to me, clearly and loud
You expose some secrets, aided by tides You, the omnipresent, lunary controlled From something so far, tangible results Love me from afar: I’ll feel it here and now
Shapes of water reveals my only hope You are talking to me as I hear her roar Somehow soothing (as a lioness growl?) Calling her children to the den, their home
And I think of you, the lover I long for I think of you when there’s no one to hold I think of you to dissipate ill illusions Bringing your voice, sky colors home
What lies under the surface of our skin? Beneath organs and oceans in our hearts? What lunar tides swell carotid emotions? Swirling shapes, imaginations conjuring.
Pablo Pereyra 2021. Thank you for reading.
In response to Genius in a Bottle writing prompt 2–4: The Beach.
Thank you Victor Sarkin for this prompt.
Even when late, I will tag a few writers I’m eager to read more from: Sandra Salamander (I apologize if I’m pushing too hard!), Jenine Bsharah Baines for introducing me to this publication, The Naked Spiritualist since I’m curious, Val Pgun, even when in Spanish, her poetry mesmerizes me, my friend Gurpreet Dhariwal, Giedre P. who surprises me at every turn, Kira Dawn for the water heals and brings comfort, Sydney J. Shipp because we share in this being inlanders and most of the time, at least I, can only fantasize with the shape of water.





