This rock-strewn shore
This stoney Isle
This hardened land
Of heartened folk
That no catastrophe can sunder
No hardship wither
Nor keep them from the sea
This place of no small beauty
And gracious souls
Cape Breton
Tag: Islands
Drifting not Adrift
When I lost her
Some small but integral
Part of my being
Broke away
For a while
It floated nearby
Just out of reach
Yet a lingering presence
The current of time
The drift of the everyday
That Island of her
Receded further and further
Until one day
I scanned the horizon
No Island was there
A single tear fell into the sea
The sea was unperturbed
It said to me
You have learned to live without her
That is all
I understood
I had forgiven her
And myself
For our breakup
I’d allowed the blame
To drift away
Which made me
Whole again
Twice a Day an Island
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
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
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