On a pink cloud
Smoking a watermelon cigar
Fields of skateboard wood and rainbow flowers
Children digging blue holes in purple sand
Skeletons carving bone into dust
Sun like a sweetened lemon
Sky like orange wax melting on a sheet of blue paper
Seagulls dive down into shallow pools
Starfish sing
Blood red coral calls
Golden birch wood fires
Sacred eagles
Sea shells full of fish
Mushrooms sprout like hair
Play drums of animal skin
Eat meat of fish heart
Smoke clouds of green
Glory to The Frog and The Loon
Their crest on the horizon
Glory to The Frog and The Loon and Man
Interesting to me that red coral looks so beautiful next to Turquoise
They go hand in hand like grass and trees and ducks and ponds
I kept going back to take one more peek
Just buy it! My girlfriend urged me.
I truly did want it, but I had already bought so much for myself.
You deserve it! My inner voice said. I went back for the sixth time.
I could take fifty cents off, the vendor said.
Sold!
Underneath a Moonlit Sky
Underneath a moonlit sky
Amid falling leaves
Of salty foam fans
Celestial sisters
Point
To a guiding star
When a rudderless heart
Navigates
Straight for hard and rocky teeth
Or too close to the black hole
Of swirling currents
Imploding
The surface tension
Asking handmaids –
Sisters
Of the sand
And seashore –
Calm waves
And sea caves
Wearing silk of soft
Undulating
Waves
And red coral crowns –
Ride on silver dolphins
As guardians and guides
Through the narrow needle’s eye
For the hapless heart
Past spinning fury,
Laughing,
Or dilemma’s devouring teeth,
Drowning out the siren’s song
Of deadly enchantments
With sweet lyrical tides of beauty
Leading
Into the chalice of safe harbor –
Choosing
A compass of compassion’s grace
To set a new course beneath
Watchful,
Heavenly eyes-
With renewed love of life -
Embraced
By the beauty of nourishing nectar
From the sea’s bountiful fountain
Underneath a moonlit sky.
8-1-20
Title Chosen; Beneath a Moonlit Sky
Sponsor: Edward Ibeh
It has been far too long cold
at the dam of this great galloping river
where tonight I have
stolen the villagers’ dancer
and set her ablaze
to amuse distracted chill
while I latch to the trailing smoke
and slowly
fade
away
to be warmed by the stillness
of a red coral reef
of a blue burning starfish
of an ancient whale harpooned & worn
all awash on the beach
in an all too familiar flurry of snow
&
re(dis)appear
in the snow
&
Swimming side by side in unison among red coral,
Entwining occasionally in their colourful pre-dawn dance,
A pair of small creatures resembling
Horses of the sea
Or perhaps Pegasuses - with pectoral fins
Rapidly fluttering like hummingbird wings -
Swirl and sometimes touch snouts, as if kissing.
Ending their ritual, the female
Spirals up out of seagrass, leaving her mate impregnated.
May 5, 2018
Aquamarine were the striking eyes of Lily
staring at the August cerulean sky;
and praising her stunning beauty,
I picked up lavendar flowers to make her sigh!
Her knee-lenght dress made of silk, was bright chartreuse...
that's because yellow daffodils in sunlit meadows
gave her inspiration to paint lovely landscapes;
if a painter puts passion into a painting: it's a masterpiece!
Her gorgeous necklace was made of red coral beads,
she preferred these over the precious gemstones, and to her
they were too priceless, they made her feel much closer
to Nature and posing as a goddess, Lily was drifted into dreams!
Written on 8/11/2017
GUESS WHO’S COMING…
(Apropos My Island Home..)
The sun slowly sunk
its exhausted reddish-orange
head into the waiting sea’s
soothing sky blue bosom.
Excited white mane waves
splashed upon the waiting shore;
leaving the froth of their tears dissipating
in stilled sand soaked with haunting memories
of the disembarkation of stinking slave ships.
At the entrance gate of the sea wall,
a newly painted sign read: Guest Only.
Sighting my ebony epidermal hue,
red coral eyes of a bleeding conscience
painfully motioned me to move on:
Pity, you can’t be a guest
in your own yard.
Looming on the horizon
A flock of yellow jacket bees
Pollinating red coral rifts
Thirsting for the sea
The glass of those large blue eyes cooled the spirit
The morning light streamed through stained glass
Windows streamed golden rays glittered with dust
She coccooned like a precious jewel in a casket
Eloquent flute love songs leaking from the woods
Enchanting hedge of mist Sweet smoke of bonfires
Feasting dancing God and Godess sacrifice of love
Hair in braids picking blueberries playing in woods
Moss-covered trees roots sunk deep in the earth
Wind through leaves whispered of ancient mysteries
The solemn towering circle of huge standing stones
Midsummer jewelled cup of life and harvest cheer
Spearshaft carved with runes Hoofbeats on stone
The setting sun imbued his skin with a red coral hue
A gentle, calm,serene lightly textured morning ocean
A still day without wind and barely a hint of a wave
Sand carved by a tractor leaves a steeper sand dune.
Smooth sea surface soft sounding sandy shores.
The tiniest of waves curl in a echoey glassy whisper
Laden with shells pebbles,red coral, rich with seaweed
A flat pale blue sea reaches out to a silhuette shadow
of a ship awaits in anticipation on the dark blue horizon
A grey warm windless sky greets the ocean hanging
sometimes darker sometimes lighter on the horizon.
Folklore says that souls of dead sailors are transformed
into pale -eyed, black wing tipped, red webbed seagulls.
I stand on the shore abundant with treasures of the sea
waiting looking out to sea hoping for my love to return.
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