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Massive, gray, these leaden waves
bear their unchanging burden—
the sameness of each day to day
while the wind seems to struggle to say
something half-submerged planks at the mouth of the bay
might nuzzle limp seaweed to understand.
Now collapsing dull waves drain away
from the unenticing land;
shrieking gulls shadow fish through salt spray—
whitish streaks on a fogged silver mirror.
Sizzling lightning impresses its brand.
Unseen fingers scribble something in the wet sand.
Originally published by Southwest Review
Options Underwater: The Song of the First Amphibian
by Michael R. Burch
“Evolution’s a Fishy Business!”
1.
Breathing underwater through antiquated gills,
I’m running out of options. I need to find fresh Air,
to seek some higher Purpose. No porpoise, I despair
to swim among anemones’ pink frills.
2.
My fins will make fine flippers, if only I can walk,
a little out of kilter, safe to the nearest rock’s
sweet, unmolested shelter. Each eye must grow a stalk,
to take in this green land on which it gawks.
3.
No predators have made it here, so I need not adapt.
Sun-sluggish, full, lethargic?I’ll take such nice long naps!
The highest form of life, that’s me! (Quite apt
to lie here chortling, calling fishes saps.)
4.
I woke to find life teeming all around?
mammals, insects, reptiles, loathsome birds.
And now I cringe at every sight and sound.
The water’s looking good! I look Absurd.
5.
The moral of my story’s this: don’t leap
wherever grass is greener. Backwards creep.
And never burn your bridges, till you’re sure
leapfrogging friends secures your Sinecure.
Originally published by Lighten Up Online
Keywords/Tags: amphibian, amphibians, evolution, gills, water, air, lungs, fins, flippers, fish, fishy business
Up the shore the rhythmic tide strides.
Twice a day, the army marches in succumbing.
Then retreats, tail between its legs, discharging
Its grip and flooding embrace, releasing, disengaging,
It's ebb and flow, a never-ending sleep-breath sigh.
The tide's hidden master and conductor is the moon.
A general seldom seen leading the troops on the battlefield
Rending the tide as irresponsible, willful and unaccountable.
A creature wail-fully uncaring, inconsiderate, wayward in consequence.
In the woe betide comes, seeping into the castle moats and holes dug by kids
Flushing away the fun of seashore frolics,
dampening the joy and the shrill of beach laughter
reminding us that there has to be a morning after,
After the coming,
someone, not me
has to
clean up
the
mess
and ebb
to bed.
WOW Do I Love Thee
(with apologies to EBB)
Steady girl, let us dare not partake
of a sunsets blushing kiss unfelt
the winds of change cruel fate has dealt
the length, width, and breadth of loving’s ache.
For, I too, love thee, as coated seeds
worship the warming of summer’s blush,
rejoice in memory of your touch,
lust in the dreaminess of your needs.
Let our love sanctify past passion
elevate the joy of childhood glee
by nurturing this love we fashion
cause lost saints to smile at what they see.
Lover’s in a fire glowing ashen,
death a distant vessel on God’s sea.
2/12/2016
submitted to – How Do I Love Thee? Let Me Count The Ways – Poetry contest
sponsor – Mystic rose
She chose to think his sweet talk lies were cute…
that things he said had value worth pursuit.
that substance would emerge, somewhat astute.
And while his words of love she wants to feel…
she ambles through their world hoping to heal.
She fears his selfish frost is hard as steel.
These past three years recalled with misty eyes…
he goads her daily even as she cries;
he begs excuse but sneers with compromise.
His conversation scars with bogus blame.
it mocks them both for trust has turned to shame;
it gags her voice, so silence is her game.
She made a promise, hoping that somehow
her mate would change. She’ll never break her vow.
.
Waves
Wash 'pon
shore
Rhythmic
Ebb and flow
As life's
Waves
Also
Have a rhythm
Birth, childhood, teens
If granted
Adult.
Death,
Then what
Forever
Somewhere
'Pon
Gold streets
Or
Hebrews 9:27
King James Version
27 And as it is appointed unto men once to die, but after this the judgment:
Date written: 03, 03, 2023
Sponsor: Emile Pinet
Contest: Waltz Wave
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tryst of the moon and the stars
- oh how far
off, when the greed of war
spoils with feldspar.
eruptions of not the loins
but clashes of steel —
political coins
care not how one feels.
a lightning grip on lovers,
mocking, celebrating their aloneness.
the dark hovers
over the waters of Loch Ness.
spouse weeps.
tears constantly fill
the freshwater deep.
the warmonger monster would’st kill.
any great and honorable name
that can be caught in the web —
her man would never be the same,
adrift in the ebb.
she tries to reattach limbs,
pry open his hopeful eyes,
fish for him with sermons and hymns
but he believes in Nessie-lies.
tryst of the moon and stars
-oh how far
off, when the greed of war
spoils with feldspar.
1/13/2021
In curvaceous shape, hangs the crescent moon,
the ruling force of ebb and flow on ocean tides.
She kindles hearts to seek love and romance.
Rushing to shore on crested waves, she rides,
all around her, stars sparkle in celestial dance.
Her glowing grin illuminates the world below
but in darkness, most of her contour is cloaked.
When we gaze at the ellipse of her golden light,
hopes for a better tomorrow are easily evoked...
belief that everything wrong, will be made right.
Moonlight inspires poets with reason to lift a pen,
and compose verses that acclaim her many phases,
sonnets with idyllic rhyme; couplets of her worth
and lyrics of her beauty. To her we sing our praises
as she circles without rest, our home, planet Earth.
August 2, 2020
Brian Strand's Completely New Contest(16)
How do I love thee .let me give you praise
How do I love thee,for your winsome ways;
In these eyes still my bride ,and still
Your wedding ring,I wear with pride;
These many years of marriage cheer
Two hearts as one,with love held dear;
Each others secrets to confide,
Needs and desires to never hide;
Tribulations together bear
Witness,these love-lines we share;
How do you love me,this poem will chart
The unease we notice,if apart;
How do you love me,no words can convey
Your touch,your kiss,your gaze,thrill me each day.
A faithful love,will stay unique,leaning,
Mutually we ,in submission seek.
Inspired by Elizabeth Barrett Browing's poem
Hear the original on the link in my blog today 4Aug
Since a small child, I have been one with Earth,
Green winding tendrils have captured my very heart;
I would follow my father with innocent mirth,
A love for nature and earth was my start.
And into the deep, earthy green we would journey,
I still hike forests and feel the connection;
Meandering I caress the green, mossy and ferny,
I often drop to my knees for a better inspection.
Fallen leaves and flora of the forest decay,
Feeding the soil and make it strong and fertile;
Wildflowers grow reaching and I gather a bouquet,
And hidden in the undergrowth is a turtle.
All in life depends on the earth and its health,
We must all protect what we have for the future;
It is more important than possessions or wealth,
Into the green I go for tranquility to capture.
_____________________________
March 23, 2020 (March 8, 2016)
Poetry/Rhyme/"Ebb of Life"
Copyright Protected, ID 20-1238-438-03
All Rights Reserved, 2020, Constance La France
Submitted into the contest, Strand Choice O
sponsor, Brian Strand
Honorable Mention
The seawater rushes inland at the height of the tides.
It is the lateness of the day the moon begin its rise.
Morning sun takes out the seawater and start its decline.
Studies by astronomers note the ascent and decline.
The position of the sun and moon, fluctuates the tides.
Predictions will ascertain the water table to rise.
Scheduling sporting events whenever the water rise.
Have those not inclined, to venture further when in decline.
Higher water levels are flood tides, lower are ebb tides.
The level of the tides, when the moon rise, and sun decline.