Long Shallows Poems
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Spaciously high
Each peak risin mighty high
I see not the shallows form
mountain rise climb rise high
Heaven in awe
Worlds eyes on self
Lucifer soiled the garden
New heaven new earth
Spaciously high
We are all in the gutter, but some of us are looking at the stars.
rests beak quivering regret underneath
its and
and swan Where
Where soft more yellow floats
dying the crest
outspreads underneath
Spaciously high
swan's rests lily drifts
purple uncurls flecked fluttering
sun coral thick yellow where
the the meet
golden dark warm gold where underneath
red low
has rests beak quivering regret underneath
Spaciously high
no deep down
dark warm lifts
Where meets
among breast the
and flags lily
Spaciously high
Somewhere downriver, among thrushes and the swallows,
Ducks in hidden hallows have silky, satin wings
Among the reedy shallows, swim ducks in hidden hollows
rest awhile where willows lean, and haloed twilight clings
Summer's been forsaken. Now the leaves are drifting
A constant current takes them to where the sun resides
Dreams are carried with them, in waters ever shifting
Without much hesitation. a few are cast aside
Sodden leaves are drifting, to where the sun resides
I watch the streams meander, and I hear the seasons call
Water soothes the jagged stones, and sparkles in the sun
The moon arrives and sun goes down, as if from earth it falls
Then it melts into the river's flow, and seams blend into one
I hear the seasons call, as the seams blend into one
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You stand with your suitcase like a buoy,
bright, bobbing in the shallows,
and I am the pier—
rooted, barnacled, smelling of old salt and rope.
You tell me you’ll stay
if I keep my hands wrapped round your ankles,
but I know the tide you carry in your ribs.
Even on windless days
it pounds against my palms,
shouting for the open mouth of the horizon.
The gap is a sandbar—
we could walk there together,
let our knees sink into its damp skin,
pretend it will hold us longer than a season.
But I have seen what happens
when the sea grows impatient.
It chews through land like bread,
swallows the footprints before we can name them.
I want to say go after the storm has passed,
when our nets are mended,
when the gulls return to roost in my hair.
But your moon is full now.
It pulls at your water
even when you swear it won’t.
And I—
I cannot anchor you
without learning how to drown.
It's been a while
And the water seems murky
I'm the color of sadness
Since our friendship went quirky
Yet I paddle around
In fresh morning shallows
Where the water is clear
Where no breeze of regret blows
The renewal of birdsong
As the day begins slowly
It's a happiness tune
For the stubborn and lowly
So that beautiful place
Of knowing contentment
I frequently visit
Without fear or resentment
You brighten my mornings
Though unlikely you know it;
May your life bloom and flourish
As you nurture and grow it
May you heal where it's needed
May love find and console you
If it's helpful to know that
Someone's pushing that prayer through
CV 28.3.25
I struck out on my own around a year old
life was so full of fun, so many things with
which to play, a leaf scuttling by, a rustle
in the undergrowth. I was enthralled.
I stood on a road watching intently
a little mouse. A car shot past bowling
me over and slicing off half of my tail.
It stung like hell and dripped blood.
Finding a cool stream I placed my tail
within, oh the blessed relief I knew
I had been lucky, one life now done.
My next life also flashed by as
hunter became prey, I ran for
my life from a pack of hungry
wolves barely escaping their
razor sharp fangs and hot breath.
Fishing for salmon I ventured
in too deep and got swept away
tumbling through rapids, banging
into rocks lucky to be washed ashore.
Bedraggled I lie in the sun
I swallowed way more water
than I drink in two days.
Shivering as I dry off.
Maybe four is the charm
as now I am much wiser.
Oh no I followed my nose
to an enticing exciting smell.
It led me straight into a mire
churned up by rooting pigs
I was being sucked down
exhausted I finally lay still.
Well a miracle happened
the muddy slime released
its deathly grip and I was
able to slowly wriggle free.
What a state my fur was in
muddy slime all over me
only one thing to do and
that's take a hated bath.
As I rolled in the shallows
I felt a change in pressure
and ran for my life chased
by angry snapping jaws.
Piranhas I had disturbed
Nearly ripped to shreds
I slipped away to rest up.
Unfortunately as I drifted
off I started getting stung
I was under attack from
angry bees I was lying
right over their hive.
Fast as a streak I headed
yet again for the river
and dunked myself again
and again till they were gone.
Seven lives already used up
and I was still only three years.
A few years past uneventfully
I am getting the hang of things.
One dark stormy night
sheltering in a leafy tree.
It got hit by lightning
knocking me to the ground.
Fur still burning I looked
a real fright, a cartoon cat
with hair on end whilst all
I really wanted was a quiet life.
Well I have used up eight
of my nine. I now mainly
sleep my days away. The
urge of adventure quietly rests.
My day will come soon
now as age takes its toll.
I am stiff and nearly blind
so I lay down a final time.
Over burning canefields black soot ash
on an east wind past my balustrade blows,
and big white pelicans the riverine splash
their dive pouch longbills in the shallows.
Windsurfers, sailboats, and rowers in row
pass up and down in their wake across,
and fishermen in the Cod Hole below
sit reeling in their boats off Mykonos.
Beyond my Grecian villa walls of stone
a great bridge does cross the river’s divide,
and the Maroochy water’s gentle groan
concentrates my mind ‘twixt moon and tide.
When the sun is low and the moon high
fly a plague of bats just passing through -
sipping a wee tincture of scotch in my dry
puffing a wee willem on the avenue.
Girl, like The Iliad it’s all Greek to me
and soon a new life and bridge to cross,
but before the two of us become three
I write my postcard from Mykonos.
Beyond my Grecian villa walls of stone
a great bridge does cross the river’s divide,
and the Maroochy water’s gentle groan
concentrates my mind ‘twixt moon and tide
Written: October 1999
A
furore
in the town,
draped in black gown,
a WITCH is brewing a storm.
Bringing nightfall to the dainty
spiked with malevolence and vanity
spitting a curse from her wicked tongue
Silently scoffing the blood of old and young
eyes of Meddussa , cursed to the bottom of the sea
she is the descendant of a dark world of fantasy.
The magic emanates from her ravenous eyes,
rendering the stories of deceit and lies,
grimaced into the gloominess,
of shallows and emptiness,
she is brewing a storm
draped in a black
Gown .
© By rEdfiery and Liam Mc Daid 2016
Embrace the Adventures in your Soul
By Michelle Morris
29/01/2025
Before you dive into the deep dark of the Ocean
Learn to swim well in the shallows
Before you fly way, way high, close to the Sun
Try to remember that your wings will burn
This doesn't dampen your Passion
This doesn't take away your Curious nature
It helps to keep your sights grounded
Whilst you embrace the Adventures in your Soul
So, don't feel like you need to be too cautious
Don't feel like you can't Explore
The Horizon will always wait for you
Nothing meant for you will pass you by
God and His Angels surround you
The Universe has your back
You are always Protected and Guided
For you play a role in the Story of Us
We, unique Souls created from Starlight
Stardust and Miracles and Magic
We are all here for a Special Reason
To Create Lives that are Meaningful
We learn about Love and Light
We learn about Fear and Darkness
We are the embodiment of Yin and Yang
We are the embodiment of the Divine
So, go ahead and dive into the deep dark of the Ocean
Because at some point you'll graduate from the shallows
Fly, fly as high as you want to
Because at some point you'll graduate to being an Angel
Be inspired every day of your Life
Retain your Passion and Curiosity
Whether you want to remain Grounded or Levitate up High
You'll keep embracing the Adventures in your Soul
© Michelle Morris, 2025
grey will not do metallic's justice
as silver shows no tempting
no, tones will pale into all skins
corridor lengths of emptiness
seen within computed eyes
and nothing the machines do
can hold a grace in our hands
no metal can truly see art
steel ignorance of telling brush strokes
what evolution takes from our touch
these once bountiful gardens
once Eden
once Paradise
the flowers, such colour is lost
the us that defined us
make no mistake
they can kill in the shallows
they can work with no muscle
knowing no empathy
no mercy
they have only coldness
a brief of finality
leaving us behind in shameful mists
any last shred of will to resemble us
they are the future of our future
and we are them
and we, our death
My strides left shallow imprints 'pon a sandy shore
Gulls cried out in alarm and swarmed cornflower skies
My thoughts turned to Avalon of King Arthur's lore
while dawn broke as an amber yoke in morn's sunrise
I shielded my eyes from the sea's shimmering waves
sauntering restlessly with a sorrowful soul
mourning my aggrieved heart, a heart that love enslaves
My grief spills in the shallows of this rocky shoal
Salty breeze, please chase away my tears of despair
Tell me how to heal or in anguish I shall die
Wounded by pillaged love, my emotions laid bare
I walk this shore, begging my ache to mollify
My footprints 'pon the sand and hope submerged in doubt
I plead for a flood of faith to end passion's drought
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