night slowly lays
lingering beneath comber of twilight
quill pulse a spark thought
12/4/2017
Categories:
comber, poetry,
Form: Verse
A slice of sea whisked its way up as wave
Spinning sun's refulgence whithin its whirl
The trouncing wind lashed it with ruinous rave
To toss and tear on shores its lustrous swirl
Silhouettes interred in silent sand grave
Reeked of ruddy remnants of comber brave
Date Jan 24 2017
Contest A Rhyme in 60
10 syllables each in six lines
ABABAA Rhyme scheme
Categories:
comber, beach, environment,
Form: Verse
STEP -CHILD
Small boat,
Step-child of the sea,
Feels its way cautiously,
Knows its role:
Is merely tolerated.
Uwanted offspring
Feels the roll of the waves;
Unwelcome intruder
Momentarily gathers her strength
In a rare flat calm,
To withstand the buffets:
Splash of salt shaken
Into the eyes of the bow,
Shudders at comber-crash into side,
Wave-driver wind chops the deck
Rocking and pitching entirely
At the mercy of the sea.
The sea holds the boat’s
Life in its hands,
Resents the volume she displaces,
Always ready to say goodbye
With one final wave.
A relief to make land -
Welcome solidity,
Hold cap, raise collar, turn inland.
Categories:
comber, boat, metaphor, sea,
Form: Personification
Winded . . .
jogging the shoreline past knee high surf
shirt sullied
front to back
like Jack Frost at recess in the noonday sun
Huffing an extra moment
while puffing at the lakeside air
Musing at your approach
gazing puppet-like
to your breath-robbing stride
Enticing
yet demure
you side-step surf
framed with endless sand and comber wave
Passing within a smile's length
Synchronizing your intended dance
with a smiling glance
Only. . .
you're met with silence
while the sounds of surf
gently fade
below the pulse in my throbbing chest
My one line arsenal
timorous
left home by the mirror
My response ?
A sheepish urge to flip driftwood
with an idle foot
Another potential Valentine
swept away
like the water erasing your steps
The drifting wood
strikes my unguarded ankle
~
Categories:
comber, desire, for her, loneliness,
Form: Free verse
edging to his home -
the sea - lone beach comber risks
life unknowingly
Here is a horrible haiku for ya, Ironic! Hope you hate it!
(for your worst poem contest)
Categories:
comber,
Form: Haiku