Beauty calms spirit
if only on vacation
perfect getaway
Written: November 21, 2023
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racing with the breeze
strength, streaming supple beauty~
stellar vividness
freewill upon earth
scampering strides of surprise~
cliffside, now silent
majestic splendor
glorious ocean vista~
fierce, sanctity reign
Fast running waves,
each crest sweating moonlight.
Crushed pebble beach
shape-shifting
pinioning froth to night sky
A saline wind dunks,
strands of spume latched to flotsam,
all conjured out of a fleeting.
I recall now
that I was not there to record all this.
I was elsewhere writing it down.
I hear a mechanical corrosion
of ‘since’ and ‘when’ and ‘then.’
scarlet
sunset
serene
marine
birds flight
in sight
shadow
slow-mo
still sea
and me
24 March 2021
For "All Yours (March 24) Poetry Contest"
Sponsored by Brian Strand
1st place
Frothy whitecaps fill the horizon,
waves crashing against the sand;
a painters view.
Capturing the blue, green, and grays
of the turbulent sea;
a canvas awaits.
Sea birds diving, casting shadows,
interrupting the light;
a brush poised.
The roaring sound of the water
fills this painter's ear;
a picture appears.
The rumble of the sea
is not easily captured;
in this seascape masterpiece.
Oh, how you loved it, puppy,
When first you saw the beach.
“Sit, stay, don’t dig the sand.”
I had so much to teach.
You barked and rolled and chased the crabs
And snapped at flying foam.
And fell asleep within my arms
As I gently walked you home.
We took long walks together,
As you splashed and jumped on me.
And the years and tides rolled into one
At our place beside the sea.
The dimming years would stoke my fears
As you unwound from life.
And I put you away and there you stay,
So far away from me.
The tide pulls back so slowly
As I weep on bended knee;
But I can see you run forever
At our place beside the sea.
seascape —
high tide of embrace
shut-ins
Kim Rodrigues © 7/19/2018
I stand upon St David's Head, alone,
Invigorated by the salt sea spray.
I watch the setting sun sink into the sea,
Gilding the waves as they die on the shore.
The tide advances in the little bay
And eddies swirl around a lonely rock,
Its outline dark against the sparkling waves
And brilliant bubbles shine like glitt'ring gems.
The curved horizon, now a golden glow :
Scintillating gold leaf, the restless waves.
While, shining white, the greedy gannets plunge
Into the sea to skewer startled fish.
Yet, full of drama, energy and life,
This scene evokes a sense of restless peace.
On wings of whisper seagulls rise
Like an unhurried, gracious fleet
Which sails upon a sea of sighs
And takes my dreams away with it.
The clouds and waves anoint the sky
With drops of myrrh and hues of blue
Whose colors blend and tower high,
While masts glide free and out of view.
How soft and languid is the roll
Of vessels tethered to the pier!
I wonder if they hear the call
Of friends afar and fellows near.
They roll with jealousy and grief
While many others, far away,
Might float over a glowing reef
Or laze upon a peaceful bay.
But here, where seagulls roam above,
The sad and silent fellows weep
For fear their unrequited love
May die forgotten in the deep.
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At the packed coastal beach, scents of chrysanthemums’ incenses
Adorned the cool sea breeze, perfuming my mollified senses
The late afternoon sun burned gently, its flames caressed my skin
Snowy clouds ambled the cheery skies, dressed in crystalline blues.
Its picturesque mirrored by the unruffled sea, as I took in
The panoramic scape, seamlessly flowing, forming curls of indigo hues.
The azure shades subtly paled, as flustered vistas grew morose
Soft mumbles preceded grumbles, in a capricious metamorphose.
Spindrifts and gusts conspired, in mutinous unity of quietude’s assault,
Strides of wave crests turbulent, broadcasted their unruly tumult,
The beach, depraved vestiges of the serene, scenic scape pristine,
In solitude rue of the sea's untamed, rowdy routine.
Surges of emotions compulsive, our dispositions rendered visible
Sometimes as the sea’s open sight, our auras discernible.
© Maverick Nyambu
From the depths of choppy waters,
Emerges the shell of man.
Draped in an aquatic robe,
Deliberately...making his stand.
With New York at his shoulders,
And the Big Apple by his side.
His robust presence emerged,
Creating...the evening tide.
The sun boldly illuminates,
The way for birds to fly.
As the world protrudes the heavens,
Through an M.C. Escher sky.
The deepest ocean
Becomes shallow at the edge
How deep will you go?
Co-inspired by Raul's contest and by our minister's talk today on Integral Spirals of
Consciousness, going higher and deeper in stages and states.
The sun is setting
Incoming tide laps my feet
My thoughts turn to God
Escape
Away from here
To the sea of Your grace
To assuage my fatigue in
Seascape.
Watching
An ocean calm
Just for a while, breathing
Salty sea, its moisture a balm
Healing.
Restores
forlorn spirits
Hearts that couldn't give more
With the distant song of whales to
Their love.
Escape
To meet You here
In the peace of this place
That restores my spirit, freed in
Seascape.
By CarolineCecile
copyright © 02.13.10
A fresh sun dawning
Upon the white washed seashore
Glistens hope once more
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