He washed his hands.
Of her and us.
And we were sluiced into the Irish Sea.
On a rough tide.
Whilst the gentleness of the Yorkshire Dales embraced him.
Again.
Clinging to each other and the flotsam of the incoming tide we were swept back to shore, blistered, weathered, but together.
A successful navigation to land, prevailing with fortune and fortitude.
Onshore our journeys continued but in differing directions, scarred by the experience, new land to explore.
New lives.
Ever changed we reunite to recount, reminisce, a newness added on each telling.
The scarring still exists the flesh tears, the salt burns, but every now and then the flag is hauled,
the sail thrown open to the wind and we sail, the waters stiller, navigable.
Harbours now, each open to protect from choppy oceans.
A safe mooring.
We saw that Selkie onshore
On a fateful summer’s day
Only the strength of my love
Saved him from eyes of grey.
As the time from that meeting
Grew steadily ever longer
I could sense her influence
Growing stronger and stronger
Until on that same shore
His senses under attack
He walked into dark water
Not even a half glance back
The magic of those eyes
Finally luring him away
Those strong hypnotic eyes
Of powerful deepest grey.
I lost my love to a Selkie
Aware already it was too late
Just one glance of those eyes
Making it our inevitable fate
No haunting siren song
That took my love away
Just an ever growing lure of
Those powerful eyes of grey.
Journey of Life
Life is a fleeting gift, a quest,
Where shadows dance to find their nest,
We rise and fall, like waves onshore,
Let`s hail the present, seek no more
Find beauty in strife, learn from tears,
As life is a journey, so dear.
Tropical Summers, where the fruit is fresh
And sweat drips heavily upon the sand
Heat of the Summer clings tight to the flesh
When bodies lie on the sand getting tan
These days of Summer are dressed in wonder
As I sit cool in the shade of a palm
Where the sea breeze moves fronds, I sit under
Away from the beach, where the view is calm
I'll watch white waves as they come ashore
And count the ships on the horizon's line
I'll watch the gulls fight for scraps found onshore
See clouds to the East, an ominous sign
This is the place I came to retire
To rest beneath palms before I expire
Gushing river's flow,
Rain cascades upon the land,
California soaks.
Clouds converge above,
Nature's tears fall, drenching earth,
Life's thirst quenched anew.
Parched landscapes await,
Nature's deluge on its way,
Respite from the drought.
Atmosphere flows,
River of wind and danger,
Coastal erosion.
Waves reach for the sky,
Hazardous winds onshore howl,
Nature's violent dance.
West Coast braces now,
High waves persistently crash,
Erosion's cruel touch.
lake-born brown wild rice
dried flat by hot hardwood flame ~
canoe rests onshore
(October Full Moon – Dakota)
Written 27 July 2023
Edited 30 July 2023
The Goal of Life
Is not life vain without a real goal
Like a sturdy ship sailing in deep sea?
Is someone just stripped of his soul,
Aware in life of his true role?
Isn`t wise to know which way to stroll
And find onshore a soothing shelter free.
Is not life vain without a real goal
Like a sturdy ship sailing in deep sea?
Footsteps
Trod in sands
Lines
Drawn by childrens’ hands
Smoothed by onshore winds
To exist
Though briefly
To be expunged
By rolling seas
To leave a canvas ready
For lines
Drawn by chuldrens’ hands
And footsteps
Trod in sands
Arctic bear cubs, den,
exiting frozen grounds halfway into June.
Keeping low,
mothers navigate onshore perils,
quietly roving.
Sensing they've uninvitedly violated
wildlife's Xenia,
yearlings zigzag.
(Abecedarian)
12/03/2021
''Z'' Contest, New or Old - Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Constance La France
Couldn't have cared less, now I couldn't care more
Losing ego is unbecoming me
Setting small sparks in human hearts to soar
Naive and lost, I washed up onshore
Sowing seeds of wisdom across the sea
Couldn't have cared less, now I couldn't care more
One wanders inner thinking to explore
As a youth, I thought I knew how to be
Setting small sparks in human hearts to soar
So sure we're each the same at the core
Simple insights challenge philosophy
Couldn't have cared less, now I couldn't care more
Clarity of thought will always endure
Outside my bubble, I can clearly see
Setting small sparks in human hearts to soar
Facing the truth becomes the toughest chore
Turning to awareness shall set me free
Couldn't have cared less, now I couldn't care more
Setting small sparks in human hearts to soar
11/14/2020
Haiku
Early evening
The day gives way tonight
The child cries.
Tranquil is the sea
Ripples onshore as tar
Absent is the wind
Autumnal darkness
Impatient winter waits
Storm knocks on windows
Frost cracks on timber
Snow makes the land secretive
Will there be a spring?
Spring after rain-fall
Aromatic is the landscape
Broods climbing trees
The Mystery Be
Mistral freedom o'er stakes waged before,
destined mortal souls their reposed earth,
spent sepulchers clips tales from postwar,
nonetheless, facts become one back door,
proves everywhere their tribute got worth,
bestill main doors naught their mailboxes,
the rumors naught onshore, farther berth,
winds from war, peace checks, paradoxes.
*Rhyme Scheme abaabcbc
2020 October 02
*Honorable Mention*
COMPLETELY YOUR CHOICE (31)any form any theme
~~Brian Strand
*5th Place*
IN PRAISE OF THE ODE
~~nette onclaud
#5
Time is born to unstoppable walk, unknown towards
End of summer, wandering now thru the fall season
Early autumn, the first month of tranquiller breeze
Blowing onshore winds west to the east touching all
Corn moon of the late summer there attends to shine
After every three years it rises bright in the night sky
Barley crops are smiling on the field of this month
Green to brown crops, mostly eaten in pearled form
Sapphire, the transparent precious blue stone its gem
As month’s birthstone it carries wisdom and integrity
Let a small hummingbird with shining blue come to me
Let the violet color in its plumage and tail hugs my entity
30.09.2020 Chattogram
The hurricane leaped onshore
dancing with delight
unhinging the tops of buildings
releasing them into the air
like balloons
whose knots are untied
then kicking the hapless battered bottoms
far down the road
before spinning madly on
Saints gave you souls of growing
Humans coined you a shape of flesh
The Sun made you bright and warming
The Moon decorated you soft and gentle
Your movings liked the willow dancing
In the stream and onshore, they're winding,
You are waiting and you are looking
For the lucked ones seduced to come
We deemed to meet each other somewhere
Within the periods of short-living time,
No matter it's determined or just by chance
Indeed when you are in front of me
I saw your eyes shining on my dream.
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