Estuaries Poems | Examples

Sun-kissed Silhouettes - First Draft

Upon her last sighs, she narrates cosmic 
sagas flowing within poetic veins.
She still remembers 
those idyllic evenings, 
engrossed in raining confessions, 
influenced by her shipwrecked heart, 
expressing scarlet 
sentiments that sail in silence,
across unruffled ink-stained waves,
amidst the endless oceans between 
their untouched silhouettes.

Her every desire to reunite and 
cast away midnight blues,
float within perfumed love notes 
written by the silky seashore,
placed in crystalline bottles 
of timeless lyrics,
that shall be carried through 
estuaries that lead her 
to his sacred island 
with everlasting roses~
where pearlized shells reflect 
saline left as tropical memories 
of tomorrow with him by 
her sun-kissed innocence.

The Love of a Sandpiper

I watch fascinated 
at its teetering stance,
bobbing up and down,
picking at small insects
that infest the lonely loch,
that it chooses instead of
upland streams or creeks
or fast-flowing rivers,
or in some lonely lake.
 
Today I sit on a small chair,
behind some bushes on the shore
of a lonely loch, away from it all.
Ah sandpiper, are you emulating me?
Are you in search of lonely spots too,
far from the worrisome cities of the world?
Let's leave behind us wars and strife,
enjoy a bit of peace.  Let us be true to love.
 
A breeze strikes, up and up you fly,
with stiff bowed brown wings
and your characteristic cry,
swee-wee-wee, swee-wee-wee.
Where will you go for shelter?
Do you prefer the secluded estuaries
or the protected inland lakes?
 
I see you return, too good a place to miss.
But look, you've found a mate.
Heaven provides, love conquers all.
I think I'll turn in, my wife awaits.

River Voice

Here lies what this aged Indigenous River
thinks s/he needs
and wants, perhaps,
but most emphatically feels,
from us.

We continue to use Her
more like a shameful toilet
than her delivery system 
of upstream pure
and nutritious drinking water
would suggest she had coming
from former deep green estuaries

Root flow systems
sacredly emerging functions
from deep EarthMother's darkest
primal wu-wei
winter womb,
dipolar co-arising
health is wealth compunction,
conservation.

Ancient indigenous wisdom
suggests we would be healthier
if we didn't dump on MamaEarth,
from whom we safely drink,
should we hope to keep hunger
and thirst at bay
with and for future regenerations

Pursuing our healthiest dipolar nature-spirit
co-arising win/win wealth
of ecopolitically enlightened nutrition

And empowering fertile poop repurposing
for cultivating improved soil health trends

Ego- and Eco-systemic
permaculturing design,
cooperative planning,
nonviolent implementation priorities
for local community co-invested resilience.

Deep Estuaries

Behind Summer's fullness
richness,
nutritional and nurturing sunlight
empowering bounty

Lies another deep
darker sacred truth
of EarthTribe's inevitable mortality,
death
loss
cosmic stress
universal trauma

MonoTheistic distrust,
disaster,
despair
of patriarchal autonomous
lonely at the top
supremacy

MonoPolistic colonizing,
divisive,
aggressive,
violent,
rapacious,
racist,
sexist,
terrorist
climatic pathology

MonoCulturing Straight Western Male 
historic white 
protagonist light,
choosing win/lose inside voices
over win/win outside choices
is not so healthily bright

Against deep dark green
ecofeminist
co-passionate
co-empathic
co-arising bicameral
panentheistic empowering
harmonic mindful balance,
EarthTribally accessible
democratic co-enlightenment.

Pink Horizons

Oh the whiteness of the light!
Oh the peach and pinkness of the horizon!
Oh the breathlessness and beauty!

I fall upon you 
As if to dive
fearless
into the eternal frothing white

caught up in the glorious arms of the heart tinged horizon 
rocked gently by  ... my boat
Your hands alone
 place stars in my jet sky
You surf me
No matter how wild the winds and waves 

as conductor moves music...a magician of sound
Swirling circles ...creating eddies of air
So you 
Move my darkest estuaries and hidden unspoken
 hopes
 I am symphony 
the sweetest notes escaping my lips
till
 angels with heads touching
smile and gently nod
and God himself gives a little satisfied chuckle
before going back to his work
You moved me as the tidal currents move
 the sands of shore
Restructuring the view till I can no longer recognize
Myself or the Chatham shoreline

At the Old Fishing Lake

at the old fishing lake
In a kingdom full of whitefish
And the mussels are never filleting.
~
at the old fishing lake
I remember I was oystering
That moment my soul grew scalloping
~
And the estuaries never reefing 
Mudfish - mudfish – mudfish!
The lagoon laughed

As I threw in my line
Surprise carp and catfish whaling and barks
Dogs chasing squirrels onto rotten logs
~
look at the water
into the pond bubble-bubble
circles swarms
~
my line gyrating slightly moving and bobbing
guess the fishes are biting 
at the old fishing lake



6/25/20
WRITTEN WORDS BY James Edward Lee Sr. 2020©

Reciprocal

Drainage cracks and fingers of
eroding souls.

Long dim hotel stairwells
are sarcastic chasms to the flood,
like artifacts of insanity
and poet's blood.

We dare to run down as
prisoners on parole,
humming parodies of parables
and dying at sea.

Our graves are laid in the
phantom fathom estuaries
and reciprocal tunnels
of our beginnings.

Of Civilization and Disenchantment

Of Civilization and Disenchantment
by Michael R. Burch

Suddenly uncomfortable
to stay at my grandfather's house ?
actually his third new wife's,
in her daughter's bedroom
? one interminable summer
with nothing to do,
all the meals served cold,
even beans and peas...

Lacking the words to describe
ah! , those pearl-luminous estuaries ?
strange omens, incoherent nights.

Seeing the flares of the river barges
illuminating Memphis,
city of bluffs and dying splendors.

Drifting toward Alexandria,
Pharos, Rhakotis, Djoser's fertile delta,
lands at the beginning of a new time and "civilization."

Leaving behind sixty miles of unbroken cemetery,
Alexander's corpse floating seaward,
bobbing, milkwhite, in a jar of honey.

Memphis shall be waste and desolate,
without an inhabitant.
Or so the people dreamed, in chains.

Published by The Centrifugal Eye and The Centrifugal Eye Fifth Anniversary Anthology. Keywords/Tags: Memphis, barges, bluffs, Alexandria, Pharos, Rhakotis, Djoser, Alexander, waste, desolate, river, boat, city, bible, boy, childhood, grandfather

A Singular Presence

A Singular Presence


A singular presence among a throng of grass blade,
Green as worm blood, her marked grave devours dead air,
Like a convulsing snake slurping a rat’s tail for dessert,
The breaths of ghost winds embrace a shuddering tree,
In numbing grief with robes made of hollyhock and bearded iris,
Her still cry is frozen in the icy prisons of vague remembrance,
Then a single flash of monarch orange astounds the mute witnesses,
As it flutters like a praying monk on fire, landing on drooping leaves,
And her name, etched upon the singular sun-dried tombstone, 
Sends to the tranquil estuaries a roaring river of inconsolable tears,
And her awakened soul finds a respite at last in its rush to rise.

Waterfall

In one river in a valley
on its journey to the sea;
water cannot be compressed
so forces endlessly
around fallen logs and shale,
with barriers, no rest at all,
and then displays its power
when becomes a waterfall.

Flowing rushes constantly
over rock, shadow and fern,
falling free and noisily;
there is no tide to turn.
There’s rainbows in the mist
of the tumbling cascade 
until a settling pool
where the waterfall does fade.

We can stand back in awe;
see many natural features,
and perhaps get a glimpse
of wary living creatures,
where a waterfall’s a barrier
for life in waters deep,
who gather in the pool,
for the climb is rather steep. 

But Mother Nature’s instinct 
with a plan, wait patiently 
for a rage filled deluge
before traveling to the sea.
It is them against the flood
in a reverse tug of war,
with repeat of generations
like those of years before.

In natures natural beauty
and its amazing scenery;
from outback to the ocean;
inland brown to greenery.
On lakes, coastal estuaries,
where mountain ash grows tall;
few vistas match the pleasure, 
of gazing at a waterfall.

Singular

Because you craved a diminutive dream
For what was so seemingly extraordinary 
Especially for you
You awarded it with a false ideal of
Forever
And, you now know that forever isn’t any more true 
For a rock, or an ocean, or, you
Especially, you
[when change comes, breathing new life, beautiful estuaries replace barren slopes]
Yet, deep inside the comforts of static
You held a glimmer of hope in your hands
A glimmer that turned into a sun
Which burned too hot to touch
Scalding
You had to let it go
But that sun didn’t generate its own energy,
It didn’t burn from within its core
And that, especially for you,
Is why it now no longer shines
Forever is too long for anything
Especially, for you

Be the sky, not the mountain 
Be everything, not one thing
Be all encompassing, not fixed

All of the times you have been afraid of floating
...of movement
...of change
Now know, this is where you belong
This is where Fire can burn brighter than any sun
Especially for you

Tuned Ebony Shades of Ecstasy

Tuned Ebony Shades of Ecstasy

Here we are—
black as the night;
sable souls singing songs
of Nubian love—slow dancing
on opaque rhythmic nimbus clouds.

Unshackled melodies of generations
flow from charcoal tributaries 
slowly undulating—streaming
between ebony sheen banks.

Estuaries of ecstasy splash joyously
into the wetness
of the dark hued sea of our love.

Tuned and harmonized
in the abyss of relief,
fading moans moor themselves:
waiting the coming of the next tide.

Velvet Glass

His skin was pale peach translucence to my closed eye touch
like brushing my fingertips along a pane of warmed antique glass
or the surface of a late summer pond
we flowed over the valleys of each other ...down the estuaries
across the plains
covering the mystical landscape with shimmering crystal white velvet 
and leaving tracks of light behind

Singularities

7/26/16


I'm not kidding you
This is true

Be wary
Things rarely happen fairly
On either side of the estuaries

Will you do what is necessary
When looking into the face of what is scary?

I wouldn't be carefree
Or ever underestimate any adversary

Therefore the burden shall be carried
Across the entire prairie
And across waters frequented by ferries

Not all are buried
Inside a cemetery

At times I barely
Made it out, and was very
Close to death, took a breath to help prepare me

Meanwhile in space there was singularities
And breakthroughs being made simultaneously
All though some end up being only momentarily

At times the outcome apparently
Went terribly
Temporarily changed the environment and air we breathe

By: Dalton Ogletree

Star Voyage

Setting sail on the solar wind,
got a good photon jet stream,
so let the star voyage begin

Trillions of light-years
on the vast cosmic sea
Navigate through fierce magnetic storms,
coast through calm nebula estuaries

Quasars,
pulsars
Music of the spheres,
symphony of the stars

Watching baroque binary partners
move in their endless elliptical dance
Asteroid shoals travel in silence
across the ever expanding expanse

Taking a cruise on a star voyage,
across oceans of stars
and gentle waves of gaseous galaxies
Time enough to take time forever ...
let the universe open up to me
all of its mysteries

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