Poetry | Stories | Photography
a nymph on the shore,
as the waves move in
she calls to you softly,
yet the words are odd
her expression is plain,
please listen to the sea
you listen for a time,
as you hear sounds
under the waves now,
with her heart so close
her palace of shells,
your watery home
shallow water
shells,
sand,
and
sea
creatures are exposed
as we play
the shore calls again
sea sounds sing a song of hope
off the summer coast
The air is fresh upon her heart;
the sea feels cool today.
She’s looking out and back again,
as the world is different.
The air is full of silent screams;
the sea hears them well.
She’s horror-struck at the sound,
as death is so close now.
moving through
the smoggy air
feeling weak
everyone stares
following the line
metal tins move
feeling tense
no one cares
missed the stop
she continues on
feeling wild
her mind flares
the sea arrives
she runs to her
feeling love
the sea cares
The sea calls to the wind,
the wind calls to the sun,
the sun calls to the moon,
the moon calls to Winter,
and
the land begins to darken.
The last rose of Autumn
begins to take flight.
Petals ride on the wind,
for there is no sun;
only the moon and Winter.
The cliffs tell stories to the sea from the waterfalls, which cascade down in stages.
The sea finds the cliff’s stories amusing and interesting, for the cliffs are always so melodramatic and ironic.
Sometimes, though, a story touches the sea; She becomes wild and weird.
in the bathtub
a view of the world
green trees dance
the world is alive
then the world spins
out of time again
images of you and me
the moments of us
lapping sea
within I sit
until I find
the plug
pull it loose
the sea moves away
I sit here
There’s nothing to say
C & K 