Colin Mitchell Williams Poet Free verse

Gulls At the Brink of Lands End

Gulls At The Brink of “Lands End”  

Traces in tactile blue
The simple slide
Sky

“And I
Thrown past thought
Beyond import
Side by side impromptu”

Slide

Catch it
Catch that wing
Reverse revolving
Simple slide
On a vista where I cannot breathe I must breathe hold that moment catch the wing
everything is falling

And
Formulation to the dusted
Speckles of light
Dances with water

Marching now
Marching with the clouds
Pomp and fluff of rain
I could fall a thousand miles
On this wing
I could fall forever

Slide
Simple slide

Perfect monument wheels heady
Soaring slip beneath
Floated
In the mouths of rocky crags
Waves suck and draw booming

Crashing
Slide
Simplicity breathing
Air winded compulsion forming
I have become the nurturing of salt
Formed from eggs
Acrobat traversing the edge of spray


And written my psalm
Ovation my call
To the voice of the sea
I slide
Traces in tactile blue
The Simple slide
Sky


I am about the feathers of the cliff

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Michael Jordan October 20, 2008 at 3:08 PM Colin what a wonderful poem written about one of natures true gifts regardless of what many people think - I enjoyed this read and found it to be rather relaxing - God Bless