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?!
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 lug-worms unseen.
Caught in brine pools
and snagged on sharp rock
are emerald remains
of ripped bladder-wrack.
In the still of each pond
are razor fish shards
and rock fused barnacles
like welded steel studs.
Sea creatures marooned
till return of the tide
and little lost crabs
that know they must hide.
In the late of the day
the return of the sea
those imprisoned crabs
will now be set free.
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 shine like silver
and the pitch black beyond
fills us with wonder.
A five mile length of olive green
with water-weeds that float like rafts
and roots that reach the deep
where bream have made their home.
In the dark dank of the deepest lock
there's turbid algae, old dead leaves
and ferns in cracks under dungeon blocks
of millstone grit with ingrained soot.
At the water's edge a leaning tree
with broken branch that sways to sweep
the buoyant bits of weed and wood
and other stuff in decay.
In the gaps between the towpath cobbles
dandelions steal precious space
from the mass of emerald moss
then start to blossom in luminous lemon.
In the shade of the wood are foxglove bells.
Colour and nectar attract the bee
to bumble fumble pick up pollen
and get a free meal as part of the deal.