Between the hustle and bustle,
Of the burdened chaotic land,
On one end of the horizon.
And the uncalm sea dancing wildly,
On the other end.
I sit unburdened and hopeful,
On a mound of soft powdery sand,
Unmaligned,
and my soul washed white,
Just like the happy chirpy gulls,
Amongst the numerous starfish shells.
The wind lifts my spirit high,
The crashing waves play a lullaby,
And the earthy smell of the shaking sea,
Cleans my flitting, ruffled mind,
With a subtle fragrance, so divine.
I creep an inch forward,
and two backward,
To play with the frothy blue water,
As it foams my toes with its smooth lather,
This sliver of a creamy white space,
Has become my sanctuary of undivided peace.
Ah, the shimmer of the sun, mellow,
Sinking rapidly into the endless ocean,
Paints the environ in a peachy glow,
And the blue and white, golden.
With closed eyes and sealed lips,
And a soul stirred, fresh and crisp,
I sit there longing for more,
As the last vestige of light,
Leaves me forlorn,
On this strip of silver,
Folks call, the beach and I call,
Home.
Categories:
unmaligned, beach, earth, happy, how
Form: Free verse
I know so well the warmth of cold moonlight,
For night is home to all keen thought, blissfully unmaligned.
Helios holds no sway with me, his journey out of sight,
Selene, my muse, guides my sweet nocturnal mind.
Supine, I float, and watch my ethereal phosphenes fly,
Till epiphany alights and I feverishly spring to write.
Mellifluous the ring of ink, as the paper I glorify,
Eloquent with ease, till the sharp break of Aurora’s light.
The ephemerality of my life seems with my heart to brawl,
Under shadow, ponder I, if unturned I leave life’s stone.
Yet Nyx’s reign inveigles me like sonorous siren call,
And so I sit, to on paper bleed, on my solemn wooden throne.
To live and write in lonely dark is my god-given right,
I’d rather live to shine in shadow than disappear in light.
Categories:
unmaligned, creation, dedication, depression, loneliness,
Form: Sonnet