Molten star upon horizon
Lava flows across the sea
Saviour’s beacon
Rendered feeble
Until the night
Calls out to me
Lava flows across the sea
Saviour’s beacon
Rendered feeble
Until the night
Calls out to me
Tag: ocean
Young Hustler
Softwood and salt
The smell’s never more intoxicating
Than when a log boom’s safely set to rest
At the end of a long week
The smell’s never more intoxicating
Than when a log boom’s safely set to rest
At the end of a long week
Kyle heads out
To recheck the lashings
I like that about him
He never leaves anything to chance
Always stupid checks his own work
That, and he always buys the first round
Beckoning
The sea comes, reaching for me
Not alone with foamy wave
Not alone with foamy wave
But feel the beckoning
Which stirs my being
As if ’twas yesterday
Ancestral tribes departed her for land
Breathing the Sea ~ NaPoWriMo 2020
Sometimes, all I want is the sea
The surf
The gulls
The sand
The wind
The sky
The emptiness of a beyond
Reaching further
Than the distant horizon
But there is no such sea here
So when I want the sea
I draw a slow, very deep
Breath in
Close my eyes
And release
Slowly
The breath
And my presence
Here
Now
Release my presence
Begin to breathe deeply
I listen for the waves
And hear them
In time with my breath
I listen for the gulls
And hear them
My thoughts glide away on their wing
I scrunch my toes in the sand beneath my feet
And feel it between them
Grounded, solid as the Earth
I open my chest to the wind
And it washes over my body
Filling my lungs, my being with life
I raise myself up to the sky
And bask in the warm sunlight
It feeds the light within
I am transported there
To the shore of the sea
I release
All that is not this moment
Let it take wing
Like the gulls
Watch this flock of attachments
Fly beyond the distant horizon
Then disappear behind it
I sit here
With the sea
With the emptiness
In the emptiness
There are only the waves
Which are my breath
Vows
I stand with you
Side by side
Facing possible storms
Here on the thin edge
Of what was
And what will be
Side by side
Facing possible storms
Here on the thin edge
Of what was
And what will be
In this now
A future undeniable
A faith unassailable
A love unequivocal
I stand with you
Will you stand with me?
Point ~ Pic and a Word Challenge #215
The edge of earth
Harassed by sea
A shield of stone
Protects the land
And the people in its lee
Harassed by sea
A shield of stone
Protects the land
And the people in its lee
Orange ~ Pic and a Word Challenge #209
“So, nothing rhymes with orange?”
Flatly, she queried
Briskly popping a lozenge
“Nothing of a kind or range
To soothe the poet’s quest for words
While waxing on such juicy fruit?”
Flatly, she queried
Briskly popping a lozenge
“Nothing of a kind or range
To soothe the poet’s quest for words
While waxing on such juicy fruit?”
“Not one,” said he
With a tone of
Finality
“Well, what then of Blorange?
Which the Welsh named a peak
Then too there’s sporange
A spore sack, so say scientist geeks”
“Ah, so indeed there are rhymes!”
Said he, though shaking his head
“But, what poet would use them?
Such odd freakish terms
I’d be seen as deranged!”
A Pause for a Moment Without Purpose
Sun coyly peeks
From cloudy perch
At one who skips
Across the rocks
Careful not to run afoul
Of gentle breakers
Or their spray
From cloudy perch
At one who skips
Across the rocks
Careful not to run afoul
Of gentle breakers
Or their spray
Gulls on wing
Horizon bound
Their cries
An ever-fading skree
Which mocks the beauty
Of their flight
And here am I
On blackened shore
Which rose from magma’s
Golden glow
Now in reverse
The waning sky
Will soon enough
Become the night
Steady in the Wind
I recall the wind
Insistent
Pummeling
Leaning into it
Just to stand upright
Insistent
Pummeling
Leaning into it
Just to stand upright
I recall the sun
Hard
And hot
Burning through
The cold air coursing
I recall the sea
Singing
Its white noise crescendo
The roar
Of a planet alive
I recall this moment
Blissfully
Unattached
Firmly rooted to ground
In the grip of experience
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