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Water, water, everywhere

a poem by Guy A. Duperreault.

This poem came to be when I rose to Kimberly Keith's poetry challenge "Light up as many of your reader's senses as possible by using sounds. Let's hear what you have to say with sound words...crash, boom, splat!!"

This was one of the hardest poetry challenges I have been faced with for reasons that are not clear to me. I imagined that it would be easy – it sounds so easy on the surface. But, since the challenge was posed in January of 2009, this is the only entry as of May 2009.

And as I finished composing it, I stumbled across an amazing song by Adham Shaikh and Kinnie Starr, all about water.

Try listening to "Somptin Hapnin with Kinnie Starr" at http://www.sonicturtle.com/mp3/essence/somptin%20hapnin%20edit%20.mp3

Water, water, everywhere

Each time I turn thought towards sound,I sound in my mind sound sound words, and invariably, inevitably, inexorably they gurgle, chuckle, giggle, murmur, echo down streams of endless eau.

Water, water everywhere.

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Water chortling down thick think tank drains and stainless steal sinks – sinkholes in geyser guises,burbling onomatopoeically into rills, and a fulgent humour found sibilant in sweet Aphrodite's wind blown spume.

I hear wind talking through stays and masts and rigginglike owls in an empowered parliament bemusing wisely of mute mice and man walking walking on a sound of salt water and jellied fishes.

Then within a breadth of breath, in a snap of breath, gasp of breath, dearth even death of breath,my thoughts turn to baby wavelets of water lapping,

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like lazy lions' tongues, against hulls of barnacled white and faded red and stalwart blue.

Then blue faced, true-blued face, wet race-thrilled face,I hear sheets of hemp and silk sail howling lines, trilling their thrilling striven pulling strain against stanchions sound, steadfast and safe;and inside my head, in waves, vibrant, pounding, pulsing, booming bass drum thrumming kettle drum waves great and small and too too tiny and tall.

I feel the icy spindrift needles sending

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endlesslysea sharp ended pointsin a fruitless effort to efface placid black keyboard riffs, creating anew faces etched with rifts, crevices of cold sweating tango dancing wing-wind prancing teary eye-lined squinted eye lines.

And all the while, voice is lost, puff-gusted out blown back down the throat backs of sailing boat racers unsoundly racing their sail boats o'er water, under and through it.

Race, fingers, race to mine the mindof unsounded soundless sound,flat screened face aglow bent backed and fingers bent too totip tap tippity tap tappity tip tap tap tapping.

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How far is that, in reality, from drip drap, drippity drip drip drappity drip drip drip drop drip-drop drip?

Water, water, everywhere, washing, washing, every sound thick and thin far away ways in mind, unsound, sound and mindless.