Golden ribbons stretch as far as the eye can see,
A boundless sea under the sun's gentle light,
Where every stalk of amber wheat sways free,
Unfolding a vision so breathtakingly bright.
The wind comes whispering low from the west,
Tracing soft ripples across the warm, heavy grain,
Turning the quiet soil into a restless crest,
Rolling like oceans over the open plain.
Each gust carves tides through the deep golden hue,
A shimmering swell of honey, brass, and straw,
Rising and falling like waves in the blue,
Holding the heart in a silent, reverent awe.
Above the calm surge, the warm air comes alive,
As jewel-toned dragonflies shimmer and gleam,
While tiny gold midges weave through the hive,
And lacewings float past like a summer day's dream.
High in the canvas of an immaculate sky,
A crisp wedge of swans cuts through the soft white,
In perfect formation, soaring gracefully high,
Shadows drifting over the field in their flight.
Picture-perfect and still, yet endlessly in motion,
The earth paints a masterpiece under the sun—
Where the dry prairie wheat turns into an ocean,
And heaven and harvest are woven as one.
people come and go in our lives
like rolling tides,
a natural cycle of life
some bring energy-
a roaring ocean of waves
some fade out
as fast as they rolled in
people change/ tides change
neither one stands still
we cannot control the outcome
some people steal our spotlight
some give us inspiration
as the tide rolls in
it steals back it's sand granules,
but always leaves us
with a new gift
the natural cycle of life
sea crown
indigo tides
spring waves gather, then rest
contentment glows within the foam
at peace
Crimson tides remember what we are,
beneath the bridge where spring begins to glow;
the ocean aches for all that drifts too far.
New buds unfold like veins beneath a star,
a first flush learning how to grow;
crimson tides remember what we are.
Your name rides in the light, a guiding star,
no longer wound, but life in steady flow;
the ocean aches for all that drifts too far.
Where waves and morning light align afar,
new shoots unfurl and grow below;
crimson tides remember what we are.
The bridge holds more than rust and scar—
it holds the chance to reconnect, to show;
the ocean aches for all that drifts too far.
So spring leans close, no longer just a scar,
each wave a pulse, each breath we come to know;
crimson tides remember what we are,
the ocean aches for all that drifts too far.
The final, phosphorescent
water slows,
To weave a microscopic lace
of white,
A meditative riverbed that
flows
Beneath the omnipresent
stars of night.
The tide returns to where it
first began,
To heal the jagged, deeply
broken floor,
To wipe away the enormous
life of men
And soften the crinkled
of the ocean.
It is a perpetual, primordial
design,
An everlasting victory over
death,
Traced softly by a entwining
line.
The wave dissolves inside the
open sea,
A brief snapshot of pure
infinity.
Although far from the sea
I can feel its tides, even hear its waves
Pulsing deep within me
And take solace in the fact
Such relentless comings and goings,
Swell and retreat in perfect rhythm.
If I lived on the beach
My mind would align effortlessly
And I’d weather cycles
Of change and stasis
Better than I seem to do
With only the hint of the sea within.
There is always something to learn
And sometimes that can be as simple as
Letting it all go
To simply settle
Where and how it does
Without personal choice or direction.
Even though I am a long way from the sea
Its tides pull within me
And without me;
The former being a constant reminder of change
And the latter a reminder how simple
Liberation from cyclic existence actually is.
(4/30/26)
Patient planets on their wheels revolve
they answer not for the treachery of their tides
But we’re made guilty of our own disasters
and we’ll hang by our own lazy geometry.
Our very own hapless crookedness
is reason enough for our bankruptcy
Oh, we may pretend and invent kinder tales
but in quiet rooms, in privacy, let us confess
that we, ourselves, are the choking strychnine,
and the muscles controlling the bone-white hand
if we all become handsome skeletons
who lack marked grave stones
let’s call it karma.
.
.
A song for this
I Remember the Sun by XTC
Invisible Sun by The Police
Drunk on the ocean.
That's what I am.
Swallowed by the shallow shores I lie...
Desperate cooling claws lure me into that tsunami.
Yet the singing sirens pull me into a different danger.
One of light, extravagance, and love...
An alerting realm of unforeseen outcomes.
Love...
One where the soft tune of joy could drown the pounding alarm of trecherous tides.
The tide pool could feel so lovely.
Still, I sit like a sunken ship.
Full of treasure yet unopened, disregarded, and desolate.
Lit with only the glimmer of unforeseen potential left drowned in an oasis.
That paradise...
The one I seek.
Will it find me?
Wave me into its warm, sandy arms?
Or will the salty sea awaken a chest of forgotten feelings?
The answer will not find me...
So I drink the ocean once more.
Lady in white, lady in blue,
Lingering late by the ocean’s hue.
Fishes below like living stars,
Drifting softly in silver spars.
Sharks glide by, a silent tension,
A fleeting pulse, a darkened mention.
The sky leans close in mirrored view,
Reflected deep in the endless blue.
Tides like grief
Pull water in, out
Then return
Soft and sure
In my frail years, life does flow
Tides like life have waves
Waves inhale
Sparkle from sunlight
Then exhale
Folding years
Rolling waves stir the beige sand
Life flows, drifts, renews
Oceans draw
Hold the deep, dark, dusk
Then let go
Each life ends
Spirit is resurrected
Fresh, healthy, renewed
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White pearl
hung in nighttime's
dark velvet. You pull tides~
liquid silver on whispering shores~
pale ghost.
What shadow spake this,
Nay, hold thy tongue,
For I would not know of it,
Nay, the tiding
Thy pendulum hath swung,
Are an ill tiding flung,
Before the weary feet of all men,
And their abhorrent hunger,
That so moves them against,
The natural order of things,
Against the will of the divine,
And those of kings and queens,
To bring an abrupt end to our rule,
And all things fair and good.
We are in darkness,
Yet again,
And I fear this time,
This time we stand alone,
And thy dark tiding
Will sweep us unto
Our oblivion.
Some get many stakes,
Many watch for fun,
Others support with passion rerun
I just wish to write about all these...
Some love,
Many play with hearts,
Others manage in marriage to laugh,
I just want to be in love with Jesus.
Some pray,
Many rain praises,
Others studied His way,
I just want to have Your grace.
Some tell the truth,
Many fake the lies,
Others follow like Ruth,
I just want to join an allies.
Some cry,
Many smile,
Others frown,
I just want to live a life of my own...
Some look,
Many observe,
Others brook,
I just want to write as I perceive...
Some vote,
Many rule,
Others steal,
I just wish to never keep mute™
Mind blows,
Heart crush,
Emotion flows,
I just wish feelings could make me blush.
Roses are red,
It stands for love's tide,
Valentine died for one,
I just wish it will reach my turn...
Morning is for hope,
Afternoon may grope,
Evening should not elope,
Coz night will determine how well you've managed your scope
Seeking the key to himself
he hitchhikes to the Gulf
of Mexico, American side
speaks English, bridges no tides
diving in from atop the rock
he reasons, ‘Man emerged
from the water…’ I ought to
Moon’s tug on the sea,
Rhythm of the breathing earth,
Shores seen and swallowed.
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