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I walk along the margins, of the shoreline of the sea,
gathering abandoned shells, in search of a sea star;
a tumultuous tide rushes and bellows ~ wild and free.
I build castles, bridged with moats and towers with glee;
sculpting sand for a grand chateau, designed for a czar.
I walk along the margins of the shoreline of the sea.
My glory dampened; no building here, has a guarantee.
Hungry seagulls swoop for fish, on frothy foam and spar;
A tumultuous tide rushes and bellows ~ wild and free.
I stumble upon sand crabs, scuttling near dunes, so wee.
At the rim of the horizon, sailing ships, appear from afar.
I walk along the margins of the shoreline of the sea.
I venture to an obsidian ledge, at a ninety angle degree;
waves slamming and crashing, dispersing into a reservoir.
A tumultuous tide rushes and bellows ~ wild and free.
Gazing at the view, images of impressionists I see;
the masterpieces of Courbet, Degas, Monet and Renoir.
A tumultuous tide rushes and bellows wild ~ and free;
I walk along the margins, of the shoreline of the sea.
Date: August 8, 2022
For: First Person Villanelle Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: L. Milton Hankins
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They told us once, after scans of charts,
After many false starts and restarts,
That all creation, both near and far,
Was tinted like a tropical sea star.
A pale Turquoise! A splendid hue!
The sort you'd paint a dragon's shoe.
Or perhaps your house, so it glowed,
With sun-washed pastels all bestowed.
I bragged about it far and wide.
Our universe had style and pride!
Not dull, not drab, not flat white—
The cosmos sparkles with a turquoise light.
I donned the celestial-themed décor.
Turquoise curtains, cushions, rugs galore.
I chose my socks to match those distant suns.
Even dressed my dog with it for park runs.
Then came the news! A bug! A flaw!
A coding hiccup, a mistake, an ERROR!
The white balance had been set askew—
The program was rerun to find what's true.
And what, my friend, was the color they got?
The color was BEIGE! Surely no! Surely not!
BEIGE! the world's most boring tint and hue.
The color of mud, and weak milk-tea brew.
Tepid, creamy beige, it so lacks flair.
It's the color of a dentist's chair.
The shade of porridge left to cool.
Of sensible shoes, and evening school.
They named it "Cosmic Latte!" Yeah Amen!
As as joke to make us forget back then,
The universe had style and panache,
Not this vague beige celestial goulash!
I mourn the Turquoise now its gone,
A victim of a computer picking a crayon,
That stood out; bright, fresh and keen,
With artist's heart bent on turquoise-green!
Environmental sumptuous symmetry uniquely resplendent,
kaleidoscopic kindling of the visual nirvana,
spiral rapture enshrouded stimulant,
sapphire dawn first light purr nectareous,
a mint ice tinged mystic morning mantra,
that pearl stud morph to fortify a lifelong gumption,,
my refrain when I turbulently wade,
through the gust blown fronds of
moisture beadlet grassland,
parsley scent haze a blissful hover,
companion piece to a crystal ball air float,
exotic bird flock hymnody chaotic,
invigorating sonic feasts caress green tree copses,
natural world refuge from the algal bloom of toxic menace,
when disruption, demonic and destabilising,
suddenly impinges like an incandescent meteoric charge,
spewing ashen vomit with brutal oscitation,
without a shard of qualm, twinge of scruple,
or even faint scintilla’s rueful finger,
earthly pulchritude’s grandiloquent cocktail unfurls,
like a gallant rapid rescue mission from the elements,
to brandish freshwater lakes so alluring,
sea star tidal pools, azurite strewn rustic ripple
tides,
I am endowed and emboldened to an enduring
advocacy,
of this behemoth planet so boundless in its beauty,
Dear earth my shelter
within grasp now under siege
still I “dwell” in hope
Letting the wind flow from her hands for a chime
The breeze soothes calloused palms in the storm
Reaches out for seagull’s wings and mellow prayer
Weaves its flight into solace at this moment in time
Moving the sand with her toes for a tune at the shore
Finely grained powder eases its way into her mind
Imprints the feel of the beach in quiet meditation
Absolves anger and hatred into kindness therefore
Watching a sea star fish holding on to a dolphin
Wondrous amazement kindly caresses her soul
Attaches containment to where sadness had twisted
Opens her eyes for meaningful truth residing therein
28th May 2019