CAUSEWAY VIEW
Scotland’s west coast
Untidy, uncivilized, ragged,
Flings its hands
Graspingly at the ocean:
Its long bony green fingers,
Its immediate mountains,
Surprisingly close. Its suddenness
Across the steel-grey dark sea
With heavy clouds threatening
From Beinn na Lice to here -
Dark and Menacing.
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NOTE
Standing on the Giant’s Causeway in Northern Ireland, you are only 13 miles
west of the Scottish coast, which can appear dramatically out of the mist.
Categories:
graspingly, sea,
Form: Free verse
Facing final darkness
Loudly screaming a challenge to Fate
Ancestral reunion or battle
Will I be early or late
Should I stay graspingly haunted
Drifting on sea timeless space
Riding and dreaming undaunted
In mysterious uncommon place
Fearing and turning in darkness
To face an impossible best
In line at the end of this long human race
Not a place to so finally rest
Gone is a question of beck
Or is it a question to call
Verified at the end of the trek
Easy felt satisfaction is all
Roughly so stilled at my best
Categories:
graspingly, death, introspection, life, on
Form: I do not know?