Postcard from Buzios, Brazil

 

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Postcard From Brazil

Yemanjá

At night in Buzios
warm sea breeze comes ashore
caressing . . . sultry breath of oceans.
Fishing boats rock gently on the dark horizon
flashlights blinking in the distance from on board
as crews make ready for the coming day.

They call the sea Yemanjá here
she is alive
a personality with changing moods that beckon those on land
with playfulness
the promise of adventure
rolls within the sound of crashing waves.

Do not forsake me
there is no good reason for a man to leave the sea
I’m everything you want
your greatest love
both life and death
all things between.

Her implorations spill from arms that want to hold
forever…

Published: Page & Spine – 2013

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About Bruce Louis Dodson

Bruce Louis Dodson is an American expat now living in Borlänge, Sweden with his wife, cat and dog. He is an artist and world traveler who writes fiction and poetry and practices photography in his less than copious free time. His work has appeared in: Barely South Review - Boundaries Issue, Blue Collar Review, Pulsar Poetry (UK), Foliate Oak, Breadline Press West Coast Anthology . The E-buffet, Qarrtsiluni, Struggle Magazine, Pearl Literary Magazine, Contemporary Literature Review: India, 3rd Wednesday, Sleeping Cat Books - Trip of a Lifetime Anthology, Northern Liberties Review, Authors Abroad - Foreign & and Far Away Anthology, The Path, Page & Spine, The Crucible, Sleeping Cat Books -Trips of a Lifetime, Vine Leaves, Pirene's Fountain,Tic Toc Anthology - Kind of a Hurricane Press, Cordite Poetry Review, Buffalo Almanac and mgv2.
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6 Responses to Postcard from Buzios, Brazil

  1. The second stanza in particular resonates with me, I’m drawn to its phrasing and its mood, but the whole work is a real pleasure. Yes!

  2. Chris says:

    The sea is special everywhere.
    “Do not forsake me
    there is no good reason for a man to leave the sea”
    -Love this!

  3. Beautiful imagery–Her implorations spill from arms that want to hold forever…

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