River boats
drop down into sunken fog,
return
as buoyant as swimming seagulls.
A deep diving sky
spindrifts the hulls,
decks now ship airy waves
from far away seas.
The craft ride high and low
on this muted swell,
a cresting last beheld
in a shipwrecked China teacup.
Barefoot I could walk this beach
Forever and yet never reach
That fabled land where sand meets sky
I never will, though I might try
Barefoot among empty shells
With hermit crabs’ permit to dwell
And none or all to call my home
I take comfort in the ephemeral foam
Barefoot by this misty bay
Where spindrifts spill their silver spray
And strands of kelp can’t help but scroll
Love letters in the sand and soul
Barefoot I will stroll this shore
Forever and for evermore
In driftwood dreams, I seem to fly
I never will, though I might try.
Time is vertical in motels,
it travels red-eyed in elevators.
It’s an out of sequence conversation
you have with an ice bucket.
Barefoot hours drop their hairballs into air-ducts,
spindrifts of sweat drift unfiltered.
Morning lifts ears first,
they open eyes in your mind.
Early risers thump down hallways,
trundling wheels pulled by heavy hands.
Perched on a sagging bed,
one sock in hand,
drinking sour wine from a plastic cup,
you roll underwear into a ball
packing lost hours away
into a small suitcase.
You wonder how to leave this town,
how to check out of this wrinkled room
with the same face you came with?
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
Spinning into the void....
Silhouetted glimpses
Of these comets
And shooting stars
Disappearing tales of vapor
Astonishing wonders, they are!
Axioms....
Swishing into the swirls
Of the churning skies
Crashing into the waters
Amid spindrifts....Vanishing light!
Their moment, slowly descending
Beneath the murmuring tide
Columns, of reflectless glass
Silently dancing....
For the very last time
Unto the shores, of forevermore
Forgottens fathoms....their lives!
Spatiotemporal....Resting....
...."Never again"....
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
~~~~Vanitas Vanitatum ~
Spinning, into this void....
Silhouetted glimpses
Of these comets
And shooting stars
Disappearing tales of vapour
Astonishing wonders, they are!
Axioms....
Swishing into the swirls
Of the churning skies
Crashing into the waters
Amid spindrifts....Vanishing light!
Their moment, slowly descending
Beneath the murmuring tide
Columns, of reflectless glass
Silently dancing....
For the very last time
Unto the shores, of forevermore
Forgottens fathoms....their lives!
Spatiotemporal....Resting....
...."Never again"....
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Vanitas Vanitatum
Psychogenic stagnant waters; proxy..
Gravitational pulls within, lucids vortex
Power play ? Spindrifts seminal phantoms
Hovering about hallucinations now, sailing away
Atop their mystic sea a fogs blanket to cover these
Misty dreams tinseled his truth as whirlwind horizons ?
Climbing this mast and stiletto in hand an etching, your vision...
Icon's fanning flames adrift amid, blasphemic pyres, of pseudo gods.
Spinning into the void....
Silhouetted glimpses
Of these comets
And shooting stars
Disappearing tales of vapour
Astonishing wonders, they are!?
Axioms....
Swishing into the swirls
Of the churning skies
Crashing into the waters
Amid spindrifts....Vanishing light?!
Their moment, slowly descending
Beneath the murmuring tide
Columns, of reflectless glass
Silently dancing....
For the very last time
Unto the shores, of forevermore
Forgottens fathoms....their existence!?
Spatiotemporal....Resting....
...."Never Again!!!"
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Vanitas Vanitatum
Spinning into the void....
Silhouetted glimpses
Of these comets
And shooting stars
Disappearing tales of vapor
Astonishing wonders, they are!
Axioms....
Swishing into the swirls
Of the churning skies
Crashing into the waters
Amid spindrifts....Vanishing light!
Their moment, slowly descending
Beneath the murmuring tide
Columns, of reflectless glass
Silently dancing....
For the very last time
Unto the shores, of forevermore
Forgottens fathoms....their lives!
Spatiotemporal....Resting....
...."Never again"....
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Vanitas Vanitatum
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