Reflecting
Lost to the world
I stand at the shores edge
As the crisp blue waves
with white laced edges
gently touch the sand
beneath my feet
and gently breath
first slowly in
then slowly out
bringing with them small gifts
valuables once lost
Now shaped by rhythms
of tumbling and churning
Reshaping according to time
Often now collected
as sea weathered fares - distressed
Just as sea glass twinkling
like new jewels
A treasure in the making
My thoughts come back
to the sounds and scents
of a nearby beach barbecue
Sausages bacon - smoked
Sizzling under the sun
Spitting with the heat
These mingled with a greasy aroma
of hot buttered onions
ready for hot dogs
or english breakfast maybe
Who knows
But the expectant crowd were happy
Each eagerly playing their part
in preparing the feast
Just like everyone else
Ready to place
One foot ahead of the next
And step into the day
Taking on each challenge it brings
One by one
Bringing in the new
Letting go of the old
Rhythm of life
Akin to the sea
Low - empty space yawns
rising imperceptibly
High - weight of volume
Beneath the rippled, sunlit glass,
I rest among the eelgrass blades,
A shadowed world where currents pass
Through quiet, emerald-tinted glades.
A gentle pulse draws in the tide,
Through open folds, the feast is spun;
I sift the sea where currents glide,
And take the bounty of the sun.
A sudden rush—a snapping spark—
I lift and dance upon the floor,
And vanish swiftly in the dark
To settle on the sandy shore.
Here, safe within my textured walls,
Away from cruising shadow’s eye,
Where peace defines the quiet halls,
The rushing world may wander by.
Adorned in ribbed and fluted grace,
Where painted bands of pink align
With lavender across my face,
The ocean's quiet masterpiece—
A living scallop...resting.
Waves wander in with a whisper,
cliffs standing still as ancient judges
watch the water dance its silver rites.
Storm-hearts pound beneath the surface,
yet even in that trembling stillness
you feel something rise~
a quiet, tidal courage
lifting the world
one breath at a time.
Few words don't meet the same line.
But life still meets the final sentence.
Every thread of survival needs to be cut.
A few drops of voice need to keep it shut.
His head throttles to death.
Not every help is heard to be sent.
And all the flowers in the coffin laid the scent.
All his will that wrote had on his consent.
Today, the grave finally sleeps.
And every drop of penny has already kept.
Not a single gold has been waste.
Only the young widow found a night to taste.
I rented a child's inflatable watercraft
(in other words, a rubber raft)
and ran 'cross rocks broken by God's hand
(in other words, the sand)
to catch the moon's ocean tidal slave
(in other words, a wave).
That's the end of my metaphorical allegory
(in other words, my story).
My weaken body lay motionless on the rock covered beach, as the night time moon shines its light upon its waters, its own shadow cover it like a blanket of death..
I lay motionless my breath sloweth to a snails pace, my body covets in seaweed, no more fight do I have, not even a slightest breath.
I yearn for the coming of the outgoing tide to carry me out into the empty sea, my love, my kindness no longer felt on thus earth, my family has turned away as so has all the others.
So has the sea bird spreads its wings as to lift off into the darkened sky, my eyes are searching sadly for the waves of grief, death, its waters have swept beneath my limp body, my empty saddened, shameful heart, takes its final beat.
God has made HIS choice, “it is well with my SOUL” He giveth, HE take it away” My empty soul I leave here for whomever I have hurt, I have nothing left to give thus world, I feel my body carried out to the SEA in which GOD created.
Goodbye my Souls, please do not stand and weep, for the sun shall rise again, another day has come.
Tidal Waves
Here's What The
Beach Also
Tells Me:
"There Is No
Defense For Man
Against Sand."
-Gray Squirrel
11-17-2024
Serene,
right by the shore;
Calm dances on the breeze;
Footprints in the sand my soul moves,
waltzing;
I am free to trust the rhythm
pulsing through my body;
My waves become
tidal.
Into the darkness I drove the line.
With sudden persistence I stuck their spirits.
Questions arose about my faith.
Under the shadows the powers of the air quake.
Through blended fields I struck their souls.
Yoking my aura deep into the earth.
Waking the mountain it never crumbled.
Ascending the moon, we summit the sky.
Zero percent of my trust was lost.
Accepting the limits of music's healing powers.
Into the light I became the world's darkness.
Without warning I took down all their protections.
Queens discovered my resilience and my mercy.
Under heavy silver rain those in power ran to cover.
Thoughts of my greatness whispered in all secret places.
Yoga they have never seen with Mastery of all senses obtained.
Witnessing visions almost forgotten in ancient days long past.
Acquiring strength to find hope in sorrow.
Zooming past traps laid by fools.
Asking for amber rain.
Indigo rivers of royal blood spilt.
Without doubt I belong to empires yet founded and peoples yet born.
a single dream might be the ripple—that starts a tidal wave of change
Swing to the left
Swing to the right
The usual debacle
On election night
Steady the ship!
And hold on tight
As the boat careers
From left to right
It doesn't matter
Who wins the vote
They all are sharks
Circling the boat
Whether red or blue
They play the game
Of whale sized lies
And avoiding blame
One side comes in
The other goes out...
It's the ebb and flow
Of political clout
Brazenly presenting
As competent leaders
But in truth .....
They're bottom feeders
Wild ocean encourages it, worlds grow
buit on rip currents of the past;
The result is a monochrome rainbow;
Adult goals that feel like a fantasy,
childhood hopes that hold your soul;
If you can visualize it? So it shall be;
Grounded by a plethora of knowledge
that bestows such endless dreams,
walk fearless right off that ledge;
In a safe space you're free to wander
anywhere that you wish to go;
Surf those tidal waves of wonder.
Pinks and blues, summer hues
Walking on the shore
I etch her name into the sand
The tide flows in to pour
Eraser fluid over it
It thinks that it's so smart
It thinks because her name is gone
She's no longer in my heart
Foolish tide, recede again
Now try to find her name
You've defeated your own purposes
The ocean's staked its claim
Her name now drifts invisibly
Washed into the sea
But if you listen to a shell
You'll hear her calling me
As soon as I touched the blue
It comforted me as she once did
Her light being the most beautiful hue
Pulling me in like a vortex
Putting life into context
As I dive down into darkness
Hiding from the world in loneliness
I'm compelled to touch the blue
To experience her hue
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