Fog over the inlet
until water and air waltz together.
colds ears muffled by the dank air.
Grebes and Coots colonize this tributary.
The ocean is close
you can feel the tidal pull of it
the immensity of it,
even through the thick haze
it seems to tug at my small boat.
I hear now, the distant screaking
of coastal gulls.
Trawling fingers in the dark water
mellifluent coils pluck and pull.
Later, sitting in the cabin
I wonder why I did not push
further out from the estuary
advancing towards
the deep sound of the breakers.
I yawn, sup some hot tea from a mug,
smile,
comfortable,
that's the reason -
way too comfortable.
Categories:
screaking, poetry,
Form: Free verse
A short poetry of Parascending by Mrs.Madhavi
Aviated parachute
Parachute parachute you flying so high.
Like an eagle you swing in the sky.
Flourishingly Waving in an air.
Your skill astonished me, Take me away !
A play of lustrous rainbow colour.
Cascaded by a Blushing rain.
Sensing the rhythm, flower‘s crimsoned.
Making me feel excited, Take me away !
Inspiring me as you without wings swiftly aviate.
Fortunately you have a flying glance at this amazed beauty of the earth.
Give me one chance some another day.
Move me away, Take me away !
People will greet me, when myself Joe will be lime lighting in the sky.
Viewing the artistic magnifying creativity, beautified by arduous earthborn
mortalizing persona‘s.
my itchy feet, move me away, Take me away !
screaking high, conveying regards to almighty and pray for celestial peace.
Ohhh my spice jet please take me high.
For the god‘s sake make me fly.
Take me away or else I will die !
By,
Madhavi
Categories:
screaking, adventure, angel, baptism, beautiful,
Form: Classicism