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Sometimes things shimmer
and you have to know why,
like the way water lingers on rocks
at the edge of a mountain brook.
It catches the sun a hundred ways
and you are frozen in delight.
It is best to learn a new place
deep, rather than wide, like
on that shore when you visit the
beach and do not understand until
the blue green waves wash you in,
time and time again;
your belly becomes the rumbling surge,
and you are ground into
the white sand and purple coquina.
Free-falling from ten thousand
feet is my measure of new love,
I am prickled with a torrent
of hormones, mouth open in a
silent wail…
I can step too near the thought of you
without words and am tied by the very
sinews of the Earth, and thus to your
muscles and bones, so when our fibers
get tangled and our sweat becomes one
by the side of a mountain brook,
our vision can narrow time to nothing,
and we are the only thing there is.
Copyright
Vol Lindsey
06/16/2019
Categories:
coquina, love,
Form: Free verse
Driftwood on white sand,
adorned by coquina shells
and bits of seaweed,
remains of the storm's high tides --
a hurricane rage décor.
*Entry for the Tanka contest
Categories:
coquina, natural disasters, sea,
Form: Tanka
Broken Shells
Dane Smith-Johnsen
Broken shells sparkle in the sunlight.
Alone, I walk reflecting upon….
Days long past display life's wrong or right.
Solitary hopes must carry on.
Renewal bares the sounds of freshness.
Broken shells sparkle in the sunlight.
Pulsating waves feel tugs of distress.
Coquina beneath bare life holds bites.
Grace and beauty embrace coastal sights.
The shore anchors a soul's wandering.
Broken shells sparkle in the sunlight.
God’s word brings an end to floundering.
Broken souls, like shells sparkle, singing.
God decorates blue skies shining bright.
Oh, righteous walks; behold His loving.
Broken shells sparkle in the sunlight.
Written for Constance La France's A Walk to Remember Contest.
Categories:
coquina, introspection
Form: Quatern
Coquina butterflies, in cases, in glass
30 years locked in my memory's passed
The beach just brought home with it's sand still warm
to a house full of love, to a brand new home
When he smiled then, when he caught her eyes
they remarried in whispers and sweet surprise
As a child I learned, and I learned it well
Drop into love, so with ease, I fell
I fell in a dream with the ocean's kiss
while thinking of them in happiness
'till the moment he wrapped the shore up to bite stone
'till the moment he told her he'd leave her alone
Not by free will did he swim out to sea
for the love of his life he would never bereave
Nay, but with sickness, an anchor in tow
He kissed her and smiled so she'd always know
She swam out so far, to the boundary of currents
and filled up the sea with her tears in her fury
She screamed 'till her lungs had shriveled in salt
and broke open emotion, engaging them all.
Coquina quiet in cases, in glass
in their home by the sea, in their infinite past
She'll love now no more for once you are bitten
there's no breaking butterfly wings, it's forbidden.
Categories:
coquina, caregiving, death, happiness, life,
Form: Couplet