The Old Pier

The Old Pier (a picture poem) beneath the boundary layer of air and sea twirling vortexes of frenzied waters incessantly corrode the aging pillars below the ravaged tired timbers emit anguished unholy screeching sounds as ocean swirls beat non stop in and about worn out planks attached beneath the weathered decking the riddled concrete sideling emerges perplexed and whistles out its protestations in echoes heard across the raging tide. in the bottoms underflow snail infested warped planks buffer incursions of countless schools of rabid predators that attack, conquer, and devour unsuspecting aquatic prey. above fishermen pray to the sea gods to hook their water worn lines and capture in songs of surrender the call of a waiting bucket. in timed release, ancient messages splash upon silicon sharpened shores that resonate the sounds of strident hungry seagulls rummaging for their next meal. wave upon wave of scattered foam wash over brash crayoned streaks of blue and green hews that seem to melt across and blend into a continuous pallet of assorted colors. at the same time the formidable forces of untamed waters compete in their final rush to win the race to land's end. C.A.K. 2-21-2013