Soundings
I hear
Music from my childhood.
I feel
It carries me deep.
Tendrils of memories float by
Like the brush of jellyfish tentacles,
Barely sensed,
Carried by the current.
Down in the dark depths
The sonar
Allows us
To see.
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Love your use of ocean imagery! Great poem.
Wonderful images, Colette.
“Tendrils of memories float by/like the brush of jellyfish tentacles”– mesmerizing!
Love that ending so much!