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
Photographically Inspired Writing
Tag: ocean
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
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
An Unmoving Frame
I began to notice
With fascination
Placing a moving object
Near the center of the frame
Tended to convince my mind’s eye
The object was no longer moving
With fascination
Placing a moving object
Near the center of the frame
Tended to convince my mind’s eye
The object was no longer moving
Heights ~ Pic and a Word Challenge #164
From the Golden State’s
Golden heights
I kick back
Golden heights
I kick back
Refreshed by the cool breeze
Chilling the fire
Of the hot sun
Atop the curvilinear delights
Of hillocks dappled
With grasses and pines
Where even infinity seems so close
I could touch it
Right there
As the curve of the Earth
Rounds the line
Where ocean meets the sky
Curtain Call
Beleaguered pier
Time chastened
Weather beaten
Time chastened
Weather beaten
A formation
Of pilings
Long past utility
Though still
They throw
A striking pose
Just before
The curtain
Falls
