The ebb
Of tides and life
Reveals the glories concealed
By full flood
Tag: Ucluelet
i of the Storm
I come for the storms
To be confronted
By nature
At her extremes
To remind myself
Of things much more
Than my self
In my calm lagoon
Of self import
I am touched
By what others
Might call God
Though I admit
To no more knowledge
Than such is divine
With I
In my little i
Of the storm
That is existence
For the Survivors
As sea falls back into sea
Prepares for a new assault on the shore
Its hardened rock
Broken but not brittle
Recalcitrant
Beneath the bruised sky
Of abuses relentless
I am reminded
Of the survivors
I came for the storms
For the thrash and hiss
Of the sea upon the rock
The immovable
Resisting the unstoppable
And it is
In a manner
Difficult to describe
So utterly beautiful
And moving
But I wish
In this moment
Only for the peace
Of a clear sky
And an ocean
Becalmed
Glorious Fail
Enthralled by failing sun
Or so some poets have defined
As if a star could somehow falter
In none but cataclysmic time
Or so some poets have defined
As if a star could somehow falter
In none but cataclysmic time
Composed in peace at daylight’s end
And with this thought remind
That failure rarely renders
With such glorious design
The Calling
The beacon calls for them
Those who seek the shore
Those who yearn for the sea
Those who seek the shore
Those who yearn for the sea
Molten Star
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
Amphitrite Lighthouse
As the sun began to fall
The Great Light said
To the little light
At Amphitrite
The Great Light said
To the little light
At Amphitrite
Oh, little one
Feel my heat
See my radiance
Do you not wish
To be so grand as I?
Oh, indeed, Great One
The little light replied
Your luminous warmth
Is the envy of all
Words in which the Great One
Took no small pleasure
Preening in preparation
To further explain its greatness
But… were I to be you
Continued the lighthouse
When the night comes
Or the fog grows heavy
Who would guide the sailor’s way?
Startled, chagrined and angered
The Great Light drew a deep breath
Preparing a dismissive retort
Then sank below the horizon
Leaving the little light
At Amphitrite
With its ever present beacon
To shine into the quiet night
Rugged ~ Pic and a Word Challenge #159
Sometimes I am unsure
Whether the sea eats into the land
Or the land eats into the sea
Whether the sea eats into the land
Or the land eats into the sea
No matter
The beauty
Remains the same
In the yin and yang
Of it all
It is all the same
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