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Joe Brazeau Poem
find blue summer in the undulating
fans of the kelp forests’
kelly green
swirl aquamarine waters
lemon tangs and
silvery blue angelfish dart,
dive disappear in a cloud
of color near
fluffy white sand bottom
the jet black stingray floats
like a kite
ripples ruffles flips and fusses
stops abruptly to let the
sand grains settle over wings
burying all but two round pearly
black eyes
ever observant
en garde
sunny red and vivid yellow
clownfish mingle kiss and
swish within the caressing
tentacles of the purple sea
anemones their symbiosis
on display
lit by golden shafts of
sunlight stabbing thirty and
forty feet angled through
the feathery kelp limbs
amber seahorses buck and rock
with the ocean waves
and currents of deeper cooler
waters flowing like underwater
rivers through the warm
buoyant waters of the
colorful kelp
Corals in colors carefully
chosen by Poseidon for their
elements of smiles, giggles
and warm hardy laughter
sea cucumbers decorate
the sands surrounding
the bases of the
kelp as they reach stretching
up to 300 feet to the
tossed gyrus and
sulcus of the ocean
sea foam surface
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Joe Brazeau Poem
Grand Hope Flower
CA Hospital over
a century of healing
Construction din
all of downtown one
enormous construction
site with all its might
peeling into daylight
Executive traffic thinks
it’s funny, whizzes as
acorns drop onto
windshields and hoods
of the angle parked cars.
Drivers jostle, spar
in their car for the
pathetic number of
any available space
at any random regal ecstaseegle.
Pedestrians in their
weekday finery
amble, rush, with
crushed purpose and
parade in their charade
at exactifying tie tying
for the next meeting
conference justice lunch
sentencing
rendezvous park bench to
quench the bottomless
thirst which bursts from
the lungs of the withered
and the young.
Tuesday, oughta be
booze day for the
leprechauns who
realized they were fully
exposed not in the
shadowless shadows of
spirits and meadows.
But dodging every leaf
whether plated or
solid lab grown or
natural rough hewn
from the stalactites
glistening in pitch
blackness.
Does the perpetual
solid black know
what brilliant colors
adorn their rank cracks?
Ruby, peridot,
aventurine, sapphire
chrysoprase, agate galore,
yet more upon more
in scintillating splendor
the microcrystalline
jaspers, beryl in emerald,
diamonds formed within
gas bubbles inside
magma and only forced
to the crust via
volcanic explosions,
taking their toll, paying none.
That murdefying sun
all he has done
can’t defend subtracting
the particles waves
radioactive haze.
Bombarding every
carbonic harmonic
existence. Pre-existing
conditions their only
mission.
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Shaped by and for wind
the free flowing mane
timetables share in
the horses of the plain
Gallop trot sprint unfold
climbing breezes oblivion
stoney story is told
sculpted in black obsidian
Herds mighty now stampede
on hooves brittle exposed
o’er rocky ground to succeed
the grasses’ tufts unimposed
Crashing prairie like thunder
wet glowing shape in steam
gathers around from under
yellow eyes black night scream
reflecting the tapetum lucidum
moon spreads across the fields
rulers of their night kingdom
the fruits of what they yield
The form speed and shape
lend the horse it’s prizes
furiously charging escape
from predators’ disguises
meant to be free forever
no man upon its back
mysterious and clever
evading animal attack
strength outward haughty
curving muscular weight
tall thin legs almost scrawny
belies it’s gentle gait.
But lightning they race
in full sprint together
dignity and grace
sans saddle or tether
Free as the rain or sun
their beauty intelligence shares
meant to gallup and run
no fences our world in theirs.
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Sparkling shimmering brightened by sun
waves encroaching, receding as one
revealing a flash of color not meant
to be there by waveform or ocean’s intent
tumbling among obsidian’s ocher dust
for tens if not hundreds of years to adjust
without warning or purpose of telling their story
lie shimmering in wave-worn flashes of glory
polished in water smoothed by sand
frosted translucent rubbed by the hand
of time and weather with gentle affection
producing a glass gem by natural selection
buried in darkness beneath crashing thunder
the sea hides secrets below waves and under
heavy wet sand where the silence not shared
with surface of water upon sand bars bared
to mark the orbits of passing starlight
over distances unimaginable might
subtle to sculpt the rising tide
along night beaches as slipping waves ride
locked in place and stored deep
some treasures the ocean chooses to keep
one day perhaps release another gem
waxing moon, the seas and tides decide when
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