This little bit of rock
Twice a day an Island
Momentary wilderness
Beyond an urban beach
Twice a day an Island
Momentary wilderness
Beyond an urban beach
Tag: Islands
Magic Isle
Like some magic Isle
Home of sorcerers and kings
A misty shroud
Hides secret things
Home of sorcerers and kings
A misty shroud
Hides secret things
The waters
Preternaturally
Still
Beneath them slinks
Unearthly beast
And I
A Knight
With hallowed sword
Will sail across
Beyond the wards
And battle dragons
Which hurl epithets
And fire
Islets
Islets in the bay
Three drift
Lazily
On unseen currents
And gestures of
Some subtle local breeze
Yet held fast
In approximate array
By anchor chains
Deployed to ocean floor
Islands That Am I
This Island
That am I
Clouds and currents
Rushing by
That am I
Clouds and currents
Rushing by
Isolated
No ferry stops
No bridge to cross
Too cold to swim
So stranded here
In my beliefs
While rowboats rock
Tied up to dock
Islands
I am this Island
In a shallow sea
Beneath the waning sun
Waves rolling by
Gently to the shore
In a shallow sea
Beneath the waning sun
Waves rolling by
Gently to the shore
The ebb tide comes
The Island transformed
Another rock
Beside the ocean
On a shoreline of nothing
But rock and sand
Whitecaps & Sea Mist
A vicious wind blows
Down the sound
Stripping the heat
From my hands
From my face
Kicking up whitecaps
Stealing their spray
Making a misty glow
To cradle Islands
And mountains
On a cold winter day
Down the sound
Stripping the heat
From my hands
From my face
Kicking up whitecaps
Stealing their spray
Making a misty glow
To cradle Islands
And mountains
On a cold winter day
Islands ~ Pic and a Word Challenge #66
I make an Island of myself
Against every prohibition
Bask in the sun
On isolated shores
Against every prohibition
Bask in the sun
On isolated shores
Until the gloom rolls in
And I see the distant lights
Across the unbridged gap
Understanding at last
The vulnerability
Of this small Islet of Me
Amiss in a vast
And lonely sea
Bowen Island Ferry
To travel between worlds
I take a ferry
From the big smoke
To a small Island
Then back again
I take a ferry
From the big smoke
To a small Island
Then back again
Landing on an Island
Is always like
The quiet moment alone
In the living room
Just as the fridge turns off
Howe Sound Ferry
There is a magic
To movement
Through the waters
Of a narrow channel
Banked by mountains
And Islands
In the gathering darkness
To movement
Through the waters
Of a narrow channel
Banked by mountains
And Islands
In the gathering darkness
Wildfire Haze II
Layer upon layer
Smoke on smoke
Thickens, on the rise
Islands and mountains
Fading, in steps of blues and tourquoise
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