So like a puzzle, poorly jigsawed, with edges that never meet.
Shredded, sliced, and torn; and much too small to be folded or broken.
Wee bits of paper, wafting in the air, and falling to the street,
As the throng below shout the words which once a year are spoken.
In pastel tints are these minced papers, that float on gusts of air,
But now they pause in anticipation as midnight's hour comes near,
Then sail to earth like windsurfers, to signal this night without care.
Now is a time for choice and direction, as they hail in the New Year.
Categories:
windsurfers, january, new year,
Form: Rhyme
This is such a special lovely island
having spent a wonderful seven days
there in the month of March full of sun
enjoying its sunshine with its warm rays
Spending such peace and tranquility
having mild winds so humid in its climate
the beaches make it a windsurfers paradise
with just 8 days rain yearly, sun on your plate
This island looks barren in many parts
where the goats graze on the open plains
but its beaches are so beautifully long
giving one lovely view to make a start
Its name comes from the Spanish wording
"Fuert" means strong, "Ventura" means winds
the delicacy of its Majorero cheese
bringing many visitors to say taste, please
This island wasn't found till the 15th Century
but it exceeded all native expectations
Caleta de Fuste, where we stayed, is a super resort
sun sand and even seals make it a sensation
(Having spent a wonderful week on the island of Fuerteventura, one of the group of islands that makes the Canary Islands which sits 100 kms off the North African coast, it was a week of wonderful sunshine, great views, and lovely food. So this is a little piece written to show poetically what a lovely island it truly is.)
Categories:
windsurfers, holiday, spanish, sun,
Form: Rhyme
As a rainbow of the sunset descends
and the balmy breeze washes over sand
that tickles between toes and carefree hand,
I’m in the company of valued friends.
The deceptive calm of darkening sea
where the cormorants dive for their last meal,
the leeward shadows of the rocks turn teal –
I would not wish in other place to be.
The windsurfers had furled colourful kites.
Easterly wind had died down for the day
and sharks are out to forage and for play
in riptides, lurking out of reach of lights.
I lift my eyes to the offing* distant,
the aspect of which is ever constant.
INSPIRED BY:
Sonnet VI,
by William Lisle Bowles
Poetic form: BOWLESIAN SONNET
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*offing: (n) The sea-level horizon is the geographic horizon at sea level. One of the best places to see the sea-level horizon is a beach. The ocean and the sky provide a clean, flat line where the Earth seems to meet the sky. If you’re standing on the beach looking out at the sea the part of the sea that ‘touches’ the horizon is called the 'offing'.
Categories:
windsurfers, beach, friendship,
Form: Sonnet
I felt the sun on my face today
A cloud drifted on the breeze
Remembering those carefree days
When you were so easy to please
I saw the sky in azure blue
And the ocean a deep teal
Where windsurfers swept through
Summer days meant happiness for real
I would ride my bike at the start of Summer holidays
No school and no worries were the rule
Beach days stretching fun in endless ways
A kid is happy doing kid things you do,
© Paul Warren Poetry
Categories:
windsurfers, childhood, summer,
Form: Free verse
SOROBON BEACH
Hallelujahs rise above Sorobon sand,
knees dip in crystal clear waters. Sea grass
like instrumental chords, darken the turquoise hue.
Windswept choral psalm of windsurfers ~ rise and fall.
Resound! Resound! The pleasant panorama
of parishioners, positioned in the shallow pews.
Arise! Arise as seagulls glide, wings stretched wide,
cloaked in Christian white, soaking in the Caribbean light.
1/10/2018
Categories:
windsurfers, beach, christian,
Form: Verse
In this dwelling, let nature bid you near
Where instigates the mild ocean no fear
Dwell here unmussed and we will both share
In the ambience of a breeze with a scarlet care
As we voyage by a crescent sphere
To grasp the true art of this gracious air
Let no heart pardon a snare
Nor squeeze fear,from your tender eyes; a tear
By this soulful yacht let's sail the rare
As caressing wind migrates here and there
In your yearn for care, will my heart give hear
In your long for warmth, i will be most fair
Let no ravine snog elude me while i am near
In time, history will make a tale of our presence here.
Categories:
windsurfers, lust,
Form: Sonnet
Blossom floats down from cherry trees
pink confetti drifts on the breeze
it’s windblown
Storm clouds gathering all around
blustery gales turn the sails round
of windmills
Riding the surf board standing tall
crest a wave trying not to fall
windsurfers
Jan Allison
22nd November 2014
Sponsor Nette Onclaud
Contest: Fire, Earth, Wind
Chosen Word: Wind
Syllables checked with How Many Syllables counter
~awarded 5th place~
Categories:
windsurfers, wind,
Form: Rhyme
As I lie down on the soft blanket of grass
That the earth has provided for me.
I feel it cradle me and drain away all uneasiness.
When looking up I see,
My favorite friend
The Willow tree,
Smiling fondly down at me.
I wonder what he is thinking
While dropping green kisses
That directly land on my body
My friend has intended for me.
The cool breeze from the water
Dances against my skin,
With soft ballerina slippers.
And the constant rustle of the leaves on the trees,
Is the symphony in which it performs.
There is a beautiful lake
That I love to look at.
I watch the numerous windsurfers
Gracefully gliding around
While the brilliant colors on their sails
Chase closely behind.
As always,
My mind starts to remember
The turning of the seasons
Will be here soon.
But the lasting memory of smell’s, sights and sounds
Carries me through
Yet another cold winter.
Until I am able to return
To my favorite place.
Categories:
windsurfers, friendship, happiness, nature, places,
Form: I do not know?