Thrilled to travel to a coastal region in India, I was only six…
with my mother and a little sister, lived in relative's palatial bungalow,
admired lace curtains with hand-embroidered pictures of deer and peacocks,
plush carpeted floors, elegant furniture with glass-top tables…
what took my breath away was the evening stroll, a few minutes walk
to the beach, frolic with sapphire waves lapping on the shore!
couldn't race back fast enough as we, giggling, chased the waves, slipped,
got fully drenched, bodies covered with sand, still rapturously amused!
sublime chimes from a temple announcing evening-prayer mesmerized senses,
taste-buds were satisfied with plain but mouth-watering treats -
luscious fruits, crunchy nuts, pieces of sweets, savoury bites,
I still hear the splashing waves, when holding the conch I collected, to my ear,
remember the ethereal colour of the vermilion sunset on the horizon,
lonely fishing boats sailing far away in the sea as if with no destination,
emerald water and amber sky touching each other in an embrace.
She moves and pulses with the moon
twice each day in rhythmic waves,
seven continents on her breast.
Innumerable creatures suckle her breast
as she sighs beneath a silver moon,
kissing the shore with gentle waves.
Ebb and flow, she lifts soft waves
with the swelling motion of her breast;
she dreams beneath the waning moon.
The moon romances waves upon the ocean's breast.
Copyright, September 20, 2026
Her three tall masts pierce through the gray,
Where swells of sapphire rise and fall;
She rides the deep in grand display,
Answering the high sea's wild, cold call.
Her canvas full, each sail blown tight,
Stretched firm beneath a heavy breeze,
She carves her way with graceful might,
Across the rolling, restless seas.
With rhythmic ease, the waters swell,
And lift her dark frame toward the sky,
While white-capped crests surrounding tell
Of rolling deeps as she glides by.
From high atop the crow’s nest railing,
A lookout spots gray shadows near—
A pod of whales, majestic, sailing
Beside the hull without a fear.
At helm stands Captain Jack, steadfast,
His weathered hand upon the wheel,
Reflecting on her storied past
And every seam of iron and steel.
Born in the fires of sea-bound lore,
Rebuilt from ash, reclaimed from fate,
The Black Pearl haunts the coast once more,
A ghost of legend, proud and great.
The hottest streak of days I've ever known;
Enough rays to heat up both dust and stones.
Heat hangs low beneath the dry clouds.
She smiles and waves continualy and loud.
The nights cool but just a bit.
Much gratitude is offered for it.
Officially, Autumn's just a few days away.
Perhaps she will bring us much cooler days.
Until the next season breaks heated waves,
We'll keep cool and try to be well behaved.
The great wild sea roars,
High waves crashing far away,
Stillness on the rocks.
"Note: AI image generated to complement the themes of my original poem."
Beaming eyeballs,
and orbs,
from first blush,
offspring frolicsome,
as they dot,
geosmin odoured pavement,
whilst shrieking impishly,
with infectious,
cuddly cheep,
parents shepherd,
yet they exude,
at bounce captured,
cordial conducive,
in electrifying,
picturesque swathe,
orange-scorched oriole,
with coal-black plume,
on urban shade tree,
townscape as hub,
endowed cosmopolitan,
brimful brio, ginger, dash,
kundalini wakened,
as sultry vault,
vigilant ambience,
ample alignment to,
ice tea mint gust,
aroma mediating,
splash of amber sun wash,
neath navy welkins,
that taunt and sketch,
wooing ambit,
extracts of,
aroha’s
indigo index
In my dreams, I walk a path,
Of sod and soil, rain's aftermath.
Tortured mask I've left behind, pieces of a former life.
My eyes are wide in tempoed stride,
Each step forward in all its grace,
Into the world I walk alone,
My heart beats silently.
Maybe heaven will smile today,
Through it all I keep my truth with liberty and poise.
I make no promise or fake disguise.
I am a soul in need of love.
A place that I call mine.
To walk among the crowds of man,
Without prejudice and pain.
In these fields of golden sun,
With history at my back,
Let shadows fall to crowded streets,
As I step across the track.
The mask that binds me now is shed,
With nothing but the glorious sky above.
For as I find my resting place,
Among the swaying blades of grass,
My tortured soul comes to rest in peace,
Heart and soul join in the music of the waves.
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.
Always waiting anticipating
and for what
the other shoe to drop
the sky to fall
or nothing at all
in agitation expectation
a second guess
creating stress
it seems to me
where none need be
take a break
from how you make your bed
as you must lie in it
perhaps even die in it
either way it's in your head
and you may feel it's real
but here's a clue for you
it's your reprieve
imagination
is only make believe
Who is this force of power seducing my mind and enveloping my soul?
Flows of passion;
Ebbs of anger;
Flows of laughter;
Ebbs of silence.
Waves of love come crashing down on me…
the sand pulling me in as we become one with the waves.
He is my water, my love, my life.
Ocean
Indigo waves
Gather driftwood each spring
My weathered crown lies by my feet
At peace
Wonder
Blue gold treasure
Good crowning see food catches
Stops by land for a split second
Ocean
Ocean
Indigo waves
Spring waters gather peace
Contentment crowns the quiet sea
Gold crown
blue waves rolling in
deep water hides secrets
now
salt air on the wind
ocean waves crashing
against tan beach then retreats
leaving dead beached whale
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