Hey!
The Runner, by Amir Naderi, 1984
The 1984 Iranian film, The Runner, by Amir Naderi, opens with a young boy screaming at the top of his lungs to a distant oil tanker. He hopes he will be heard, so he can realize his dream of escaping a hard life and seeing the world. That scene and my photo above somehow resulted in a poem.
hey! I rip out my lung shout again, shout hey! but none can hear not the idle on the pier the swaying yachts a tanker stopped beyond the rocks horizon hung hey! I shout hey! take me away away from this one more day this routine dream of all that seems take me to sea to see what depths beyond can be no matter how good my life today no strife a somewhere part of me yearns for a would a could another good should alternate history while all the while whispering hey to me (me on this shore wanting wanting more) hey you, to you the ocean deep is empty men and vessels stay and go none are there to bring you out none to share all you know— naught but the echo of your shout
HORIZON HUNG ( Well put, clever, never heard that term before! ) Backwards = GNUH NOZIROH ( silent G ) so NUH NOZIROH ( maybe silent H, too! next NUNOZIROH our new HERO? ) Will you give me permission to use this new backwards word ( how 'bout simply a BACKWORD ) in something I write, please?
Once again very effective. Alliteration, a bit, but not overly so. I like the similar words butting near each other to drive home the theme. It has a childlike wonder about it, but ( probably ) a child beyond his means in thought , yet tethered to inescapable reality, ultimately. Very nice, indeed! Water always gets me.