the piercing sunlight
speak words of comfort to me
talk about the sea
show me pictures of nature
tell me the news isn’t real
Tag: sea
The Sea Calls
Unconstrained freedom
the promise of my Springtime
yet Winter lingers
The pen moves to my music
I hear the sea calling me
Car Thoughts
Intrusive thoughts
devouring the present
haunting the past
A feeling takes hold
jump in the car and leave
Go on an adventure
Too many adult problems
money on the mind
Irresponsibility shaming
Drive away in the darkness
quiet night roads
To find your way to the sea
Awkward in Hawaii
Lava meets the sea
watching the way nature moves
Feeling flesh and blood
from the distance, Aloha
hiding behind the bushes
My Sea
No words of the sea
he never speaks of the sea
No love for the sea
I wither within his love
I hold the sea within me
Whispers to the Sea
Waves crash against the shore
as the sea rises to meet you.
Salty sea spray hits the shore,
stinging your eyes and soaking you.
Droplets of salty sea spray drip down,
down towards the seashore.
Salty storm clouds appear wild
as you whisper words to the sea.
Her
Hair moving in the wind,
reminding me of the ocean waves.
Wild, dark hair moving, whipping and
lashing at her face, neck and body.
Ocean waves gather force,
reminding me of the storms and cyclones.
Wild eyes stare away,
lost in the ocean, seeking a lost lover.
Hair moving in the storm,
she fades into the saltwater spray.
Listening to the Sea
Shells on the sand
no one around today
wave spray lingers
a feeling of love for the sea
cold waves call to me
take me and dash me asunder
small in comparison
the sea whispers unheard words to me
so I sit and listen
my former self would have walked away
I hear the words
not so difficult to hear when you listen
The Shipwreck
The shipwreck makes its way
into the shallows of the seawater.
Warm currents stir and move
her many walls and parts.
She becomes part of the sea,
as a reef forms upon her shell.
Crabs scurry, fish dart to and fro,
Coral colours dance, glow, and grow.
She sits still, waiting for her
crew’s fate, to become the sea.
Sea Piano
Dancing fingers move above the places
where
energy meets the many sounds of the sea.
Touching the places that make the sea
come alive through vibrations and sounds.
Dancing fingers make the sea rush
into the piano as the shore shifts.
Slowly, the sounds of the winter sea shift
the room and the forest begins to sound.
Dancing fingers move the sea to the shore,
to show us the forest, the snow, the silence.
C & K 