Long Shorebirds Poems

"Salvage"


Salvage the fixating salvation 
unfurling from the wreckage
of a numb world twisted inside
treasure climbs swimming 
the ladder from the deep of all things 
reaching upwards travelling in a new time
of melting morpheme moments overlapping 
dissolved...

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UndefeaTed.  A Boxing Lesson.

A friend, off the Vineyard,
wrighted a ship.
And, perhaps himself,
and certainly the worlds ‘round him.
His words were fashioned, shipshape and watertight
as were the splines and bungholes and rudder pins and
All the Things...

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Baby birds, it's said, are born not knowing 
their notes. They learn them from their mother's 
throats in the way children learn their ABCs 
at parental knees, muh muh muh becoming mother, 
da da da,...

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Written: May 2nd, 2024

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Quixotic quest quiddity
As dusk sapidity emerges, 
Casting a shadow 
Weeping waves smash 
in foamy scatters; 
seraphic strophic sojourn 
groans...

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Colors of leaves in autumn weave a lovely quilt

covering the countryside, woods, and waters

falling like snowflakes from the tallest of trees

lighting the forest like a candelabra until the first snow.

She was there by the pond...

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Written: March 09, 2024 For Charlotte Puddifoot Contest

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on my top
fishermen carved trail
sow spirit steps 
whispered roar of expectations
Away empty- handed
back with results
destiny is there
however
smile
with udder waves
saw
things were never the same
everything changed

my white face
a holy canvas
lovers painted
pure love
browsed the pace of beautiful life
danced...

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I saw a one-legged Sandpiper
today on the beach.
I saw him land on his single pedestal,
it was an artful thing.

Entranced by his disability,
I stood transfixed with curiosity.
I so wanted to help him
but we're worlds apart.

How can...

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I watch them on the beach -
shorebirds they are called
running here and there.
Residents of land more than the air,
they'd rather poke their beaks into the sand
probing for morsels of tasty crustaceans.
Pecking, always pecking,
scrambling to and...

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“In the spring time, the only pretty ring time, when birds do sing . . . sweet lovers love the spring.” -William Shakespeare

In early spring they reappear -
the shorebirds and the swallow.
Ducks, geese, red-winged blackbirds,
owls...

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Dear shorebirds, my quills inspiration.
I love the way you're chased by the ripples
Ceasing my days and nights isolation
Dreams of the coast; I smile just a little.

Let me watch you as you bob and wiggle
You're much...

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windswept clumps of grass 
beach scattered with broken shells~ 
gulls lift on currents 

sandpipers feed along 
beach scattered with broken shells~ 
tiny legs twinkle 

shorebirds feeding on 
the tides endless offerings~
tiny legs twinkling 

each day...

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The hyacinth stood on the dusking rise,
cerulean the waters did traverse,
the reeds consenting daylight to the skies
as pewter stones recited lapis verse.

The burning pyres of sunlight floated west
untouched by orchid mountains in the mist,
the periwinkle...

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