Shafts of light caress the silver hinges
in my doorway, weaving shiny webs
around its oak encrusted entrance.
Open razzle-dazzle in full spectrum
to a morning that has overslept.
As rainbows flash across my sun-starved eyes,
it dawns on me those neap tide nacres
that I crave, the orange-red cloud eternally
adrift, azimuthal coin beyond imagining,
we’re mere vapour trail mirage.
Instead a spring cascade of deep blue
sea amethysts loiter round my hearth,
with hazel brown inner eye an opal laden key
Posted : 9th March 2022
Categories:
neap tide, appreciation, art, beautiful, beauty,
Form: Imagism
Tantalising shadows
taper moonlight lovebirds
tender coo and sigh that
trace heartbeat neap tide verve
tango tingled eye beams
tease nocturnal haunt’s oath
to otherworld eros
Date written : 27th April 2021
Contest : Pleiades T Poetry Contest
Categories:
neap tide, adventure, age, angel, art,
Form: Verse
Observing the Moon in Daylight
David J Walker
Is it stealing a bit of the spotlight or
Borrowing stray sun rays in the afternoon
The 4th quarter moon quietly treks a
Girandole path across the 3 pm western horizon
Devoid of its
by chance romance rendezvous
Of lovers who wait to hide
In the aftermath of a neap tide
That rides on its own
Well into the dark of night
When the only light
is from far away stars
Still
She waits for the white moon
The full moon
Caring not one thing
about love
In the afternoon
Categories:
neap tide, allegory, love, moon, sensual,
Form: Rhyme
The Waters
'Waters!' said I, 'thing of neap tide.'
To warn me about the marine
I crave the aquatic, Atlantic admiralty
Death shall bring reefs
Aboard seaborne ships
Waters, Lakes, Seas
All moisten around me
'Waters!' said I, 'thing of neap tide.'
To warn me about the marine
The accommodating arapaima arousing
Eagerly I looked forthe waters…
11/25/19
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2019©
Categories:
neap tide, adventure, analogy, anxiety, environment,
Form: Free verse
Now, life has almost passed us by,
and peaceful resignation reigns;
the beach, a spawning ground of old,
shrieks mournfully in sea gull tones.
The neap tide’s come to lull the shore;
crab moltings own the water’s edge.
Forewarned, am I, of nature’s course
in grains of gray and casings banked.
Now hand in hand, we lovers walk-on;
each throbbing with the pull of tide.
We sink in sands both wet and warm
soothed by the skies now overcast.
As faithful as the moon on high,
between the water lines, they spawn;
in estuaries at peace, they nest;
eggs as small as grains of sand.
Will you come when the moon is round
and leave your molted shell beside me?
Will you sense the celestial call
or let the scavengers find me?
First Published by Page and Spine
Categories:
neap tide, age, beauty, love,
Form: Blank verse
At This Wake, None Keep Vigil…*
Time longer than rope, chokes hearts
dangling in the reality of struggle;
refuted victories mimic life
of children without mothers; widows veil
their grief, wailing in excruciating silence.
Fragments of men, void of hope,
count their dead; communal graves
swell with daily souls of the dust.
(Indeed, these are truly the wretched of the earth.)
In the neap tide of sorrows, mourners
wade the blood left by Pilate’s children.
In the stale winds of time,
woe is me, cries the fore shaken
land; lamenting the scriptures, echoing
Freneau: They saw their country’s woe.
Decaying bodies, stacked like sliced, molded bread,
released spores of death to praying mourners, praying:
give us this day, our daily bread…
Like a sobbing bosom void of tears, life sags on;
and the children of Sisyphus continue to struggle:
guided by the warrior ghost of hope.
In the meanwhile, the on looking world veils
Itself with its sacred sealed silence:
At this wake, none keep vigil…
None.
*A line from the poem, “Recession”, by Wole Soyinke
Categories:
neap tide, bereavement, children, death, grief,
Form: Elegy
The young Kumar’s wife dancing bright,
Offering to all exciting pleasant sight.
Making her waist into the vivacious folds,
Throwing the eye glances to the folks.
Her neap tide vest and spring tide bosom,
Unruly, swelling, her case cannot fathom.
Clicking in each step of her movements,
Opening up websites for entertainments.
Kumar’s mind troubled by whirlpools,
Maybe a dandy love-lorn in her pulls?
Leaving his children sleeping uncared for,
Kumar gets busy to spy for wife’s pinafore.
Desdemona remains still erotic but chaste,
Why is there no change in Othello’s haste?
What if messy Iago one scarf steals?
Is there a dirth of scarves in Malls still?
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** Kumar is an Indian first name and also used as suffix to a name**
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**A Repost.. originally posted on 24-7-2005
Categories:
neap tide, life,
Form: Free verse
All by me scurvy seafarin’ self
Me pouch be empty; nicked o' pelf
th' curvy wench tha' warmed me berth
lef' nary one ol' farrrthing's worth
On cap'n's orders bin swabbin' decks
seekin' sawder, spit-lickin' specks
afore ebb-tide 'til high neap-tide
but nary me own scurvy hide
In me head me digs and delves
me gums a-flappin' ter theirselves
in skew tongue of 'em sea-borne folk
lament me cravin' fer a toke
Nowt else ter savour; embrace th' drum
seek solace in th' wretched rum
toxin me liver 'n toss overboard
th' gloom yer absence in me wrought
Categories:
neap tide, sadme, me,
Form: Rhyme
Footprints
yet to be made
undo a pristine winter shore.
Nothing for neap tide to make undone
in a lorn quarter moon.
Do not dance me in shimmers off
moonlit incoming wake.
My hands are empty and yours
undrawn.
My feet are numb with tardy
and
Time
has shown itself
without pity.
Heartbeats are counted and written
in the Book.
Dear God, let them be mine.
Not yours.
Categories:
neap tide, friendship, life, loss, lost
Form: Free verse
Neap tide rising by minutes
swirls me in upset sand
gritty
irritating
chaffing
catches in creases
of furrowed brow.
Washed up fodder
gifted from the sea
adds to my heap
of disuse.
Backtracks undent the
sand
unmarking my passage.
Categories:
neap tide, introspection, life, loss, sad,
Form: Free verse