The moon cast her light
a grumpy sea ignored her
The high tide begins
Tag: sea
The Imagined Sea
Standing sideways to what was once the sea
imaginary wavelets lap at my dirt-covered feet
Sedimentary rocks hide traces of crustaceans
the breeze moves the trees, & stirs the unseen
Saltwater jewels adorn my ears, wrists, & neck
imaginary saltwater washes over me, the land
Stormy Ship
Clouds are gathering
the captain waits for no one
giant angry waves
the crew prepare for the worst
waltz of the sea and the ship
Inspired by “Vanishing Cornwall” By Daphne du Maurier
Ruins of the mines
Visions of Copper and Tin
A vanishing land
Sever unknown memories
Words and songs remain unsung
Becoming a Ghost
Broken houses
the sea crashing into the rocks
Dark sea spray
Below, quiet sea business
twilight faded from hours passed
The deep darkness arrives
Lonely empty houses
unlived and unloved since the war
The sea and the rocks
whispers of a place now a non-place
Hidden in darkness
the moon betrays my form
No longer hidden
The houses long for me to stay
The Nymph
A Nymph on the shore; the waves move in, calling to you softly.
The words are odd, and the expression is plain.
Something from beyond whispers, please listen to the sea, so you listen to the sea for a time.
You hear sounds under the waves.
With the Nymph’s heart so close to the palace of shells, you realise this is your watery home.
Bitter Heart
A bitter heart
Too long on the land, too long without love
Bleeding hills
Rain swept longing and the sound of the wind
Too far away
The sea is too far away to transform his heart
Old and ruined
No children to see, no grandchildren to love
He withers
until the sea comes to him
Stay
The sea says farewell to the shore often;
yet I’m not as strong as the sea;
I don’t want to keep saying goodbye to you.
Stay.
At the Lighthouse
The sky is above,
and the sea is below.
Between the two sits a lighthouse, or is it just a pier?
Colours swirl, yet all is quiet at the lighthouse.
If you exist, I will come
and whisper about worlds not yet created.
We will laugh
and
cry with the sea.
Longing to be
I often lament the endings.
Crying on the couch about missing you.
What would happen if you died and I lived?
What would happen if I died and you lived?
The last glimpse of you is like the sea.
I longing to be close to you again.
C & K 