The wind breaks the water
Like the water breaks the rock
Jagged and punishing
Like the water breaks the rock
Jagged and punishing
While I ride the storm
Sleek and smooth
A dulcet caress
Tag: travel
Chesterman
The beach
Sunshine and sand
Wind and waves
Blankets and bikinis
Children and sand castles
Umbrellas and Ray Bans
Chesterman
Not quite
Such a beach
Whispers of the Dead
The dead don’t speak
Or so it’s said
But I have heard the whispers
From beyond the grave
Or so it’s said
But I have heard the whispers
From beyond the grave
Red Cap
White block
Black rock
Ensconced
Wind whistles
White capped crests
Sea slashed shore
Lacerated stone
Red cap warns
No more than an Island
I am but a man
No more than an Island
In space and time
No more than an Island
In space and time
An Island without shoreline
Whose only boundary is infinity
The same Island that is every other being
Who has ever existed
Who will ever exist
Remnants of the Storm
Caught up in the gloom
She went to the shore
She went to the shore
Black rock
Charcoal sea
Flat grey sky
A scene to fit her mood
Remnants of a storm in passing
The waves, still high
Thrashed the shore
Flashes of brightness
In the monochromatic bleak
It occurred to her
Something needed to change
Hearing Silence
In the emptiness, I listen
In the silence
I begin to hear the wind
I render the wind silent
And begin to hear the sand
Rustling across the dunes
Silence the sand
To hear the dune
Which sings the song
Of desert’s true nature
Beckoning
You and I
Shadowed by
A dark’ning sky
Drawn to light
Far out to sea
Held at bay
By wave and tide
Hold my hand
We’ll venture out
Explore the beach
And detritus
Left behind
By seas withdrawn
Endless Breakers
The wind licks spray
From endless breakers
Entering the bay
From endless breakers
Entering the bay
The clouds
A battery of waves
Roll across the sky
I lose myself
In the rumbling hiss
Of wind and white water
Taste the salty air
On my lips
Breathing deeply
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