Ocean Idyll (Idyl) Poems | Examples
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Wonder of Spring.
By the roadside, tiny
vibrant, green as the ocean
bushes grow.
I think they are spun by
the sea breeze
and nourished by April’s sun.
Tomorrow morning
they will be gone and be
the air that I breathe.
What color is it? that luminous llght,
throwing patterns past midnight under my archway,
and on the sandy beach of our island ocean,
where I used to wade home in the surf
from Moore's dance floor, where there was a real,
live band on Labor Day at summer's end,
where window after window facing the roiling
sea brought a salt aphrodisiac, as if
the moon was not enough.
Is it the pale blue blend of Roquefort, or
more like Stilton, color of cream, more radiant
than light spilled by the indecent bright glare
of the Sun God? It's the midnight stare
of the Maid In The Moon, no matter its color.
She wakes us from sleep to place our feet
in her deep-cast beauty, to trouble our hearts
for lost youth and love, and if she's not
made of cheese, as folklore tells us-- No
matter! She brings us to our knees.
The sky seems to be on fire,
Almost supernatural,
Burning magnesium bright.
Almost as if Armageddon is coming;
As if it's already here.
It transfers its brillance to the mountains
Turning the rock into pillars of flame,
Makinf them seem even more immovable,
Even more untouchable,
Grander, and more breathtakingly terrifying
Than ocean waves at night.
And if the scholars are right
And my time here is limited,
Almost to the point of being negligible
In the view of the mountains, the sea, and the sky;
If this could be that fabled 'any moment'
Then I am sure that I'll be fine.
This one perfect sunrise;
That one immaculate night on the beach;
Those Holy days, that come every summer;
There is nothing more or less
Than any one of these.
And as the sky starts to lose its color,
As the day starts fading gently into night,
I'll hold on to this one perfect moment;
This one second of blazing clarity,
When the world itself seemed more alive.
One night the sunset rolled down soft and slow behind the hills afar,
and I sat rocking back and forth with rhythm in the trees as headlights drove away,
and turned my gaze from sky above where Venus and her brightest friends came
out to play,
to tracing helter-skelter paths of tiny crimson ants criss-crossing broken bricks
below my feet like scars,
and I thought of all the moments in my life that led me here, and how the ocean
spreads across the world to touch the shore,
and how the mother keeps her child so close and does adore, and I thought of
you, of but a girl, but whom I hold so dear