Short Cove Poems
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Hidden yet rugged
At the bottom of the world
Cool water flowing
High above Hell’s barren gates
High above ringed deception
Cold water music
pond nymphs skate soft chord ripples
fireflys flash dance
lily pad tables for two
Catfish play hooky from school
Rivulet
ripples
mellifluously
surreptitiously
lilt
conflating
into
a
demure
lagoon
Paradise Cove is a haven for some, a sanctuary for me
when I need alone time, I paddle into this shelter
comforting cozy cove cocoons me with warmth
I am surrounded by her sage spiritual guides
I sing Bahli Hai.every time.
Paradise Cove is a haven for some, a sanctuary for me
when I need alone time, I paddle into this shelter
comforting cozy cove cocoons me with warmth
I am surrounded by her sage spiritual guides
I sing Bahli Hai.every time.
Lone lookout
Guardian and protector
Peggy’s Cove
Raging storm brewing
Lighthouse distress signals
Late for dinner
His chair sitting ominously empty
Submitted on March 16, 2019 for contest WK 3 MARCH 19 sponsored by BRIAN STRAND - RANKED 1ST
Corridor of light
Fiery spring called seaward
From foam to glory
Water wives live sheltered lives
Amongst the coves where pirates rove
Daily catch is makers match
Where red hot stoves hide fresh baked loaves
Water men are thick and thin
So often strove where shipmates hove
Water child is often wild
The treasure trove where pirates roved
19Mar14
Cornish Cove
Fishing
Ever wishing for a bigger catch
Lobster, Crab and Pollock and Bass
Fresh Air
Can be found there
So people come from near and far
And of course too many travel by car
On the beach
A paradise in reach
Please take away all your litter
Or You’ll leave the locals bitter
Grey nimbus in sky
Ominous feel, rocky cove
Precipitation?
Walking shingled shore
Shiny stones, relentless sea
Horizon obscured.
Elements no friend
Merciless waves, tidal swell
Noisy Herring Gull.
Walk wet empty cove
Steep granite rock, seabirds' roost
Precious time alone.
How sunlight turns everything green –
emerald grass on the headland,
bottle-green of undergrowth and shadow,
verdigris of shallow water in the cove,
moss-green of tidal pools.
But oh, the browns – auburn, russet,
cinnamon – shades that render
sea and land, as painted
by this morning’s artist sun-brush,
so much greener.
The air was warm, the sky all grey
We laughed and joked, found lots to say.
With lightning stones held in each hand
We walked barefooted on the sand.
The rain came down, yet with a grin
We hugged and kissed, drenched to the skin.
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Contest: Bite Size Poem 6
Sponsor: Line Gauthier
Placed 1st
Posted: 11th June 2021
*Inspired by Photo from the internet
(Q)uiet cove welcomes me
(U)nderneath the old tree
(I)ridescent colors reflect
(E)very step of calm water I see
(T)o the hills my mind wanders
(P)aramount discoveries are found
(L)ingering in my soul
(A)woken by this secret place
(C)ertain a moment never stole
(E)volved from birth, valley of peace
Heidi Sands
1/26/22
hardy fishermen climb into their sailing ships
gilding away, looking as vulnerable as ants on a wet log
the silent cove looks on, unconcerned.
Unhurried onlookers’ murmurs merge with sea’s imagination
the north wind has not come down full force yet.
The ships hang out in the middle of the bay,
As if their inhabitants are exchanging phone numbers
I watch, enjoying the easy spirit of the night.
The ocean welcomes
Jubilant waves rush to greet
Like a dear, old friend
It is a gray day
Yet this small, secluded cove
Is colored with life
From towering cliffs
To effervescent tide pools
True beauty abounds
Stoic pelicans
Soar in orderly fashion
Patrolling the coast
The beach is littered
Pink seaweed, mussel shells, kelp
Nature’s partied hard
My toes in the sand
I rest on a driftwood log
Breathing poetry.