The Protocols of Resistance



THE PROTOCOLS OF RESISTANCE


The Wind is a living god out on the open sea.

She tears at your form, pulls you out of your shoes,
and rips at what you used to call strength,
redefining how you walk, stand, lean, or work,
schooling in you in the protocols of resistance,
eternally unyielding
and primal in her refusal to be coerced or countered.

Ocean spray can hit like buckshot
when she whips it into your face,
trillions of salted drops, just above freezing,
swarming like bees at the speed of dark;
and the ones that hit sting worse.

The world is a binary thing, oceans below, wind above -
and what lies below us is a mystery more than a platform.

But the wind that lives just above the waves
is a binary again, both the gentle lover of calm skies
and the lash of her biting, storm-fueled kiss.

A man cannot stand upon a ship at sea
without growing up,
a boy becoming a man because a man is needed,
a man becoming a sailor
because the sea will accept no less,
and the wind promises
to kiss each one.

“He went to sea in a thimble of poetry.”- Poet Warning, Jim Harrison



©2014 Christopher Reilley

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  1. I love how you used the metaphor... and it really makes me think that resistance is not futile.

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  2. from that opening line to the last kiss, this is a remarkable poem. I love the binary combinations - inseparable - the lessons of the sea and the deified power of the wind
    "and what lies below us is a mystery more than a platform."

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  3. What an amazing poem. It's as if I am there.

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  4. This is gorgeous, gorgeous writing! And yes, I agree. "A man cannot stand upon a ship at sea without growing up."💝💝

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  5. On a dark dreary and rainy day this type of poem seems so fitting. Aching to want to scream and run out into the sunshine but trapped instead.

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  6. You've been kissed or you wouldn't have been able to write this poem. I can't think of a single sailor who wouldn't feel this one deep. Wonderful poeming, Christopher.

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  7. This is a stunning lesson on life - learning to grow and become strong in the face of resistance and nature's storms - sea and wind. Love this one specially the last stanza.

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  8. This poem is so well composed, very well done!

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  9. "swarming like bees at the speed of dark;"

    How powerfully rendered your images are, Chris...

    -David [ben Alexander]

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  10. Wow, fantastic imagery, Christopher! I can hear the wind howling outside as I read it, as well!

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  11. Love that you wrote of the sea, the wind .... powerful poetry indeed!

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  12. I can almost smell the briny waterdrops! Love your binary wind, gentle and rough.

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  13. Your wind is an excellent metaphor for circumstances
    Bravo.
    This image i like best
    "pulls you out of your shoes,"

    Much love..

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  14. "But the wind that lives just above the waves
    is a binary again, both the gentle lover of calm skies
    and the lash of her biting, storm-fueled kiss."

    Gorgeous poetry, and wonderful title!

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