Best Inshore Poems
a
sea mist
rolls inshore-
daydreams deluge
me
Forever Swansea...
Bright blue skies in the summer sun,
The birds among the trees.
The golden sands of Swansea Bay,
The calmness of the seas.
As I walk along these golden sands,
I watch each breaking wave.
The inshore lifeboat comes along,
But there's no-one here to save.
Hundreds of bathers on the beach,
In the water having fun.
Surfers, men with fishing rods,
All basking in the sun.
Barbecues and fizzy drinks,
Thermos flasks with tea.
Families sat eating lunch,
Just lazing by the sea.
The sounds of laughter fill the air,
Seeing lovers hand in hand.
Walking down to Swansea Docks,
Leaving footprints in the sand.
My memories of years gone by,
Of my walks along the shore.
Such times I hold within my heart,
And I will for ever-more........
Like the fragrance of honeysuckle clinging to the vine,
Like sea spirit salt rides the inshore breeze,
Like the sun dappled fields of summer, please...
Be mine... my beautiful you... be mine.
Like the flowers I bring you every so often,
Like the ones I should bring you every day,
Be wild and pure and wait there for me,
To see and to take you, my beautiful you.
Like the curves of your body, bending
Behind the glisten of the glass shower stall,
Like sweet nicknames floating down the hall...
Be my mystery ever unfolding, my beautiful you.
All the holidays, like yesterday, I still remember,
Wrapped up with you around the tree…
Leaves falling round us in a crisp September,
As we walk through our seasons, you and me.
And now the twilight's chimney smoke calls us,
Back to the hearth and home we've made,
With little ones who look like you and me,
Our love's perfect union, our soul's sweet serenade.
Through all the days of our days, I'll need you,
So be the breath I cannot live without,
The April morning's rain - mist for my midsummer's drought…
All the holiday's I remember...
Leaves falling round us in a crisp September.
The fragrance of you floating through the hall,
Into my soul's senses, please, be all...
Worth recalling, worth living and dying for...
My beautiful you, my beautiful you...
Be Mine.
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What we Read, is Where we Go...
Bright sun and blue skies spread
high above a green sea
ever rising to the high tide
and the clouds came over
covering the sun.
The wind freshened,
throwing the sea against the rocks
in pale plumes of spray
springing from white, foam-topped waves.
Pushing inshore from the South-West,
the green sea grew pewter grey
as the clouds stalked across the blue sky.
Inset inshore gruel insight evoke.
Droll dresser dream.
Cocky linkups occur.
...with apologies to Ogden Nash
You think you may have missed the astounding
part of you.
The high tide.
Thoughts and things you had missed,
because of you, little gifts not written down.
Lazy, never-to-be-spoken poetry.
Perhaps an intra-personal disagree
caused an absolute apogee.
And so high the low whale,wary of the deep,
but also, the shore,
will speak forevermore.
A whale of an idea for those
terrestrial walkers of beaches,
and for those who walk inshore.
I offer something more…
If you find nothing you can hold in your hand,
then think again.
And pray that the last gasp from
the blowhole of a whale
will bring you back to high tide,
and pull you back in.
COLLECTION
VIDUAGE
Tall
nettles-
the dutch hoe
rusting in the
shed.
Lanterne #5
a
sea mist
rolls inshore-
daydreams deluge
me
Lanterne#18
Blind
alleys
so often
have the deepest
ruts.
Lanterne 3
By
a stream
so shallow-
stoops a willow
tree.
Lanterne 177
May
blossom-
confetti
dancing on the
breeze
ART SCHOOL
The
secret
of seeing-
knowing how to
see
RISING STAR
A
life in
the fast lane-
five minutes of
fame.
as a LANTERNE ALMANAC
WINTER
in
anger-
whips up the waves,
pounds the shingle
shore
SPRING
in
action-
brings to life
and feathers its
nest
SUMMER
so
lazy-
rests the soul
and flowers the
land
AUTUMN
so
mellow-
scents and sounds
in the harvest
home.
DRIFTING
our
feelings
subside as
we go with the
flow
The swing of the rod
100 yds plus cast, good stuff
get's you just beyond the breakers
to where the inshore fish feed.
Turn of the tide
and incoming too
where you started at low tide
usually ends-up, as the tide rises
where you catch the fish
spilled bait in the sand , a magnet.
Hooking a big flatfish
is like winding-in
a carrier bag full of water
ponderous and heavy
but worth the effort.
So much more to it
best fishing at night
them being nocturnal
alone with your thoughts
very relaxing.
Can't now of course
arthritis put paid to that
but the memories are happy one's
of nights on the beaches
of North-East England.
Elizabeth alexander 20/1/2016
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A sea mist rolls inshore this morning
The optician proposes a cataract op
on the wind
a bell tolls
memories surface
words unerased-
the image fades
with a tremor of light-
daybreak tinges
the nigrescent sky grey-
the horizon appears
distinct in my mind's eye
without-
the waning sun
warms my face
shalom cloaks
the wells within
hanging from the trees
winter fog welcomes the dawn
and obscures the light--
cobwebs shimmer
necklaced to the hedge
huddled together
from the heeting rain
the unbrellas moc the hearse-
then in twos
slowly separate
the diary
fell
pages scattered the floor
memories lie
just out of reach
spoor tracks
imprint
the virgin snow-
footsteps of yesteryear
echo in my mind
hunger haunts each daytime hour
coldness kills at night
thus
nature's foodchain
perpetuates
chill breath
of dawn lights
upon my window-pane
nighttimes promises
freeze into crystal
fog at dawn
necklaced cobwebs
allure
entranced
passers-by
above the still strand
shrieks of seagulls
die on the inshore breeze-
our twin footsteps disappear
as sunset dissolves
the heatwave
of an August dog-day
a flash
distant thunder-
rain drops
november the fifth-
layered rolls of liquid fog
envelope the bonfire-
the party becomes a
damp squib
above the still strand
shrieks of seagulls
die on the inshore breeze-
our twin footsteps disappear
as sunset dissolves
Sea spray crashes against the harbour walls
The wind is rising in anger
Song birds seek out other concert halls
Away from the waves of fear
Clouds gather slowly out along the coast
Making the journey inshore
Covering the land we love the most
Away from the waves of fear
Fishing boats as one make a break for home
Ahead of the angry tempest
Leaving the storm to the waters alone
To face the waves of fear
The waves have risen to a record height
Fear is instilled in all
Punishing the land with all of it’s might
Using those waves of fear
Homes are secured from the predator outside
Occupants safe within
Destiny lays ruined as storms collide
Double the waves of fear
The violence abates throughout the night
Cautiously greets the dawn
The strewn beach is a colourful sight
Thanks to the waves of fear
“Tearful night prayer sounds devour darken maze of memories of love steal the slumber leaving behind loneliness.” Quote by poet
Heartbroken sorrow, pleading in tearful
Emotional, goodbye as life still goes on.
Beneath cold twilight night’s sweet scent
With utter shadowed obscurity stillness
Spread mournful utter poetic quiet love
As tears weave through the teal blue sea
Forcing acoustic waves and foam settle inshore.
Steps lost in nostalgic memories of youth.
A sea mist rolls inshore this morning
The optician proposes a cataract op
the single lanterne is a half
American cinquain
VIDUAGE
Tall
nettles-
the dutch hoe
rusting in the
shed.
Lanterne #5
a
sea mist
rolls inshore-
daydreams deluge
me
Lanterne#18
Blind
alleys
so often
have the deepest
ruts.
Lanterne 3
By
a stream
so shallow-
stoops a willow
tree.
Lanterne 177
May
blossom-
confetti
dancing on the
breeze
ART SCHOOL
The
secret
of seeing-
knowing how to
see
RISING STAR
A
life in
the fast lane-
five minutes of
fame.
An ekphrasis lanterne after
Modern Idol by Boccioni
STILL LIFE
A
painting
on a plate-
simple breakfast
piece
DRIFTING
our
feelings
subside as
we go with the
flow