Sunday Musings: By Williamsji Maveli

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Sunday Musings:   By Williamsji Maveli

Sunday, 15 th June, 2014

My Sunday Day Greetings to COSMOFUNNEL Administration, to all authors, artistes and viewers

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SYNOPSIS: This is my weekend writing column for a review of a poem from a selected author. This Column is being titled as " Sunday Musings " with a view to feature an in-depth analysis of  any one of the poems from the previous weeks winning nominations, selected by me at random to avoid the elaborate review or comment postings  by me in the usual comments column. Shaiqua Murshed's almost all poems are great success and have won  votes; hence it was very difficult to choose the best one for my review. However, I shall plan this column in such a way to accommodate almost all style of poems by all poets and poetess of  COSMOFUNNEL, which I hope will give more room for encouragement and inspirations to write. The poems selected are purely from my own liking and discretion and has nothing to do with the ratings, voting and nomination aspects. Hope, readers will understand my view point and enjoy my writing. My views and interpretations in this column are purely my own observations, and it has nothing to do with the personal life of the author of the poem.  I am eager to read your feed-backs.  The  poem which  I have taken-up for this Sunday Musings is the

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• CALL OF TRITON
• By Poetess Shaiqua Murshed

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Just another pebble on the beach
Studded in time by the waves
That froth at the ocean’s edge
A feather light caress on the cheek
Etching crevices on a visage
That asks questions
To a roaring ocean
Tales of days gone by
Of nights when the sun
Brought the rains upon the waves

(The Sea God Amphitrite and the loud-roaring Earth-Shaker  was born great, wide-ruling Triton, and he owns the depths of the sea, living with his dear mother and the lord his father in their golden house, an awful god.)

Reality embedded in the shells of the ocean
Of mermaids howling to the moon
Prising sanity from the conches
Fortune cookies in a parlour
Lit by life’s mirrors
Some shining
Some broken
Some pieced together
With the glue from cobwebs
All carrying stories
None in secret, but all brutal

(Poseidon married Amphitrite, and had as children Triton and Rhode. When it came time for the birth, Prometheus  by the river Triton struck the head of Zeus with an axe, and from his crown Athene sprang up. The legend goes somewhat like this.)

An honesty that made life hide its face
From me
I am no different from anybody
I am the girl who picked up the pebbles
When it was raining at the ocean’s edge
I pieced the mirrors together
Till there were no cracks

(There is a story similar to this about the shell of Triton. He, too, when he had hollowed out the trumpet he had invented, took it with him against the Gigantes , and there blew strange sounds through the shell. The Gigantes, fearing that some wild beast had been brought by their adversaries, took to flight, and thus were overcome and came into their enemies' power)

I bought new mirrors
When I couldn’t use the old
I sang with the mermaids
As they crumbled the cookies
I swam into the ocean
And floated to the moon

(In the waves the Sea-gods (Di Caerulei) dwelt, Aegeon, his huge arms entwined around the backs of giant whales, ambiguous Proteus, Triton with his horn.)

I did not read my fortune
I did not need to
I blew the conch shell
To my life

(Triton is a sea god, a mollusc with a shell, and a nucleus of a tritium atom)

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• READ BETWEEN THE LINES

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A legend, typically, is a short, single  episodic, traditional, highly descriptive in nature and  historicized narrative performed in a conversational mode, reflecting on a psychological level a symbolic representation of folk belief and collective experiences and serving as a reaffirmation of commonly held values of the group to whose tradition it belongs. 

The beautiful Sea Goddess  gazed in wonder at his sea-god Glauko's  color and his hair that clothed his shoulders and streamed down his back, and thighs that formed a twisting fish's tail. Thanks for sharing with us such a beautiful legendary story through your verse dear Poetess Shaiqua Mushed

The Ocean is full of legendary stories and myths. In the waves the Sea-gods dwelt, Aegeon, his huge arms entwined around the backs of giant whales, ambiguous Proteus, Triton with his horn.

A sea tossed by the winds, on which you are none the less making ready to sail, despite the threatening floods, Soon the winds will fall, and over the smooth-spread waves will Triton course with cerulean steeds. His ship was the giant Triton, the sound of whose conch affrighted the dark-blue water; its dipping figurehead the hairy trunk of a man to the waist, bellow the belly a great fish. The sound of water which splashes all round he basin, when the Triton suddenly pours forth a fountain from his lips. The merman Triton who is depicted riding upon swimming monsters attached to his man's body. Triton's trident, heaving up the roots of cavernous vaults beneath the villowy sea, hurled from the depths heaven-high a massy crag. No more winningly does . . . Triton rise higher  from the summer waves. The legends goes like that in many many ways,

Legends play a lead role in poetry writing as well. Our Poetess Shaiqua Murshed has depicted one of the legendary stories on Sea Gods in comparison with today's human belief's and culture. Please accept my Congrats for sharing such a wonderful legendary poem to our valuable COSMO readers. My love and applause to the Poetess

WILLIAMSJI MAVELI

williamsji@yahoo.com