Alliteration Water Poems | Alliteration Poems About Water
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~ CALYPSO ~
Odyssey of the open ocean
Eclipsing the performance of Heaven's delight
A beautiful name whispered along the night
Calypso, enhanced with enchanted lullabies
Sweet silver streams, dreamy epic diamond dreams
Serendipity falls in like mist, under the majestic marble moonlight
Calypso, you belong to;
--Sunsets of the secret sea.
Mysterious-- many precious places to go,
Calypso -free flowing, floating legend!
Ride the beastliness breeze above the sea
Whisper, Calypso come for me!
Beautiful Comforting, Calypso Carry me!
Reflections easily deliquesce into thin air
Sedating the open waters -Voyage- view
Visionary Vessel above liquid level,
as divine in spirits she sails.
CA-LYP-SOO-- Nymph Nature Name
Aquatic of belief-----------------------
CALYPSO, the journey of all journey's
For all eternity-------------------------
WATER & GLASS
immersed in fluids
weave a whirlpool
stream of words
washing and waning
wet with tears
crystal clear reflects
opaque flute glass
glitter from guilt
© Kim van Breda—September 2014
Wait a minute and testify to its extremity
Let our land be dry and take and extra ride
Wake in haste and see others’ taste
Walk at dawn and see extreme “runs”
What’s the cause?
The world is united, never divided
Our kids and “kids” are the same in this
Like it or not, no dignity but unity
“We” are made their kings,
But in “this” we are linked
It’s all a need, a need indeed!
…Hmn hmn(clears throat)….
…can I have a drink?!
With the sun on the lake
a new day is dawning.
It is amber on blue
the magic of morning.
With the sun at midday
and the lake a dark mirror,
black reflects gold,
it is charcoal and fire.
With sunset in the hills
and the fading of light,
the sky turns blue black,
brings the chill of the night.
With full moon in the sky
clouds turn into silver
and stars far beyond
fills us with wonder.
At the fringe of low tide
the surf licks and laps
to re-shape the sand
as ripples and ribs.
On the wet of the flat
where it's clean and pristine
there are spirals of mud
from lugworms unseen.
Caught in brine pools
and snagged on the rock
are emerald remains
In the still of each pond
are shells split into shards
and rocks with barnacles
that are welded like studs.
Sea creatures marooned
till return of the tide.
Small crabs that are lost
and know they must hide.
In the late of the day
the return of the sea
those imprisoned crabs
will now be set free.
A ribbon of brown and green
with water-weeds that drift as rafts
and plants that root to reach the deep
where bream alone have made a home.
In the dark and dank and deep of the lock
it's turbid with algae and leaves afloat.
Ferns flourish in cracks between bricks,
soot stained from steam engine barges.
By the broken bank, a listing tree.
A branch bows to sway and sweep
the buoyant bits of weed and wood
and odd detritus in decay.
In gaps between tow-path cobbles
dandelions steal precious space
from the mass of emerald moss.
There they blossom in bright lemon.
In the shaded wood are foxglove bells.
Colour and nectar bring the bee
to bumble fumble pick up pollen
and in return get a free meal.