Short Spindrift Poems
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Cormorant and I
Share tempestuous moment
Wide-eyed ocean watch
Safely removed from spindrift
Waves, spume and spray batter shore.
With a gold sunset
Walking in the esplanade
The bare feet are touched
By the crystal clear spindrift
As a caress of her beau
3-10-2016
The Wind Shepherdess
The wind,
Like a shepherdess,
Gathers misty spindrift;
Heaven’s lambs
From azure fields
Where they pasture
Viewing paradise
In meadows without edges;
Gliding effortless
In pastoral symphonies.
Cruz croppin' cruz control,
contralateral craw fishing on the soul-
grounding intimidation,
growling conversations,
growing in the grooms greatest advantageous...
Glowing-
gory the launch pad goal,
cloning calamity's spindrift off the walls of the show.
The distant cold hum
of a refrigerated embryology.
Morning eggs arrayed
in their cartons,
domed power-plants
in laboratory-white.
I crack a shell open,
by cautious habit
check for any telltale spindrift of red,
a sign of incipient life
or the Sunnyside-up face of death.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Currents
If the wind will slow
you will see how the the tide flows
Who spun the spindrift
GINSU-KNIFE EASTPORT , MAINE USA
Downeast breezes are always in the air.
The gulls and sailors take their cues from them.
nocturnal retreat
mauve tackles midnight
lavender echoes whisper ~
song of the rooster
curly coral clouds
dressed in a burnished bronze blush ~
ebony snoozes
round rosiness yawns
in wispy gossamer hush ~
the sweet scent of pink
puffy plumes of gold
like lush heavenly spindrift ~
nocturnal retreat
6/6/23
Draw near and listen—
the interminable din—
thunderous and raging,
spindrift riven from
graybeards’ snowy crests,
that plunge at journey’s end,
their whitest teeth laid bare,
to gnash with boundless fury
on patient rampart of
unyielding stones,
their mottled skin
to smooth and polish,
that these might stand,
in reverent alarm,
never to be forgotten.
Morning eggs arrayed
in their cartons.
Cold domed power-plants
in their laboratory-white shells.
I try not to dwell
on the still humming embryology.
The unknown waits inside the oval
until it cracks open.
Is that a spindrift of red in the yoke?
Maybe it’s just ova solar activity,
a flesh flare, as the egg is unshelled.
I watch for signs of a struggle to fly.
UPON A SEASHORE...
Off the blue
languid hours,
a labyrinth,
perceptions
sensible things
surging impressions...
UPON A SEASHORE...
Infinite purples
rainbow fragments
spindrift,gleams
sensuous
lively,lovely,
many-hued
gossamer....
UPON A SEASHORE...
ebbs and flows
the familiar the strange
momentary phenomena
a sunburnt glow..
UPON A SEASHORE...
a wind blows aloof...
he crossed his weary legs on the beach and meditated
breathed in and out quietly to the tune of tidal composure
unaware that drift sand and flood would cause him to rise
over and above consciousness but levitation would heal
him from suffering when he felt a tickle on his third eye
as the lotus flower submerged he felt the kiss of a dolphin
24th May 2021
Bite Size Poetry 2 Contest
Sponsor Line Gauthier
As wild as unbridled seas,
soft as mist, a spindrift tease.
Night stars swoon and fall from skies;
constellations fill her eyes.
Every leaf stirs in her wake,
bottom to top, mountains quake.
Beaux like grapes bunch on her vine,
blood in veins she turns to wine.
Kisses sipped, her cherry lips.
Saké nip, rock ‘n roll hips;
tongue-and-groove celebration,
sensual saturation.
Her riptide lures sand from shore,
tsunami, when she wants more.
I am Seraphim voyaging to descend
Spanning the lake of invisible water
A spindrift of twirls of huffing wind
Falling-in Fall leaves gathered on a rusted altar
Blissing in delicate spirals I bend
Just where the river ends
Exalted and brilliant within intangible halos
I light the world then setting slow
In golden hues I fade then falter
Sublimely reimagined I do delight
To evaporate into the glow of night
Painting the moon with vestiges of the coming day
fragments
spindrift,gleams
sensuous
lively,lovely,
many-hued
gossamer....
momentary
phenomena
a sunburnt glow..
a stylised shape
opulence
curved
yet sevelte
soft sensuous
long thighs
rounded hips,twinned
draped
lines
become
curves
shapes,
in colour
an active pose
in shimmering light
sensuality
in
silhouette
back-lit