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Beach action
Smell of salt
Sound of waves
Sight of spume sent high into the sunlight
As white foam fingers rearrange the beach
Turning over pebbles with a pleasing clack,
Each rendering the other a little smoother than before,
The withdrawing wave, like an exhaled breath
Leaving sparkling shingle.
Bejewelled Beach
Paddling at the sea’s edge
Gentle waves wash my feet
And cool water regenerates my circulation.
Lying in the sand, bubbles and water,
Bright coloured gems of every hue imaginable
Shine in their freshly washed state.
Vibrant oranges, pink, grey
Black and white, brown and green
Sparkle in the spring sunshine.
Tumbled through millennia by unceasing oceans
Rocks broken free by perpetual pounding
Now reduced to smooth, rounded fragments
On their way to becoming sand
Turbulent times
White waves born far out to sea
Creating crashing consequences upon our shores
Throwing spray high into the air
A mounting maelstrom of destruction
Majestic in power
Bringing respect
Eye of the storm
He lies
Head cushioned
Sleeping midst the uproar
Of the surrounding storm.
Lightening forks the sky
Split-second flashes
Illuminating driving rain
Thunder crashes ever closer.
At rest amid the cacophony
At peace, not fearing,
He who created the components
And stills them at his word.
I seek him out
Drawing close to Him
Needing his warmth
His heartbeat's reassurance
That in the eye of the storm
He rests, he remains,
He reigns.
The main event
I see you lying in the shadows
Grime-covered, keel upturned
Alongside the very slipway
That offers entry to your true element
The fulfillment of your created nature.
On the horizon hundreds delight
In the shared experience
Skimming waves, negotiating difficulties
Colourful wind-filled sails
Propelling them forward
In the sheer jubilation of living.
Nylon Net
Where did you come from
What did you catch
How did you arrive
On my stretch of beach
A tangle of green and orange
Tossed upon the shore
A precious investment lost
Or something wanted no more
A New York-London collaboration
With limitless applications
Advancing industry, commercialization.
But your strength is our downfall
Your indestructibility the price
As your failure to decompose
Causes you to travel the seas
Cast up on each tide
Your fibres littering another strand.
“Vanessa”
Bulky, breached and broken
Her rusting hulk lies up upon the shore.
A flutter of femininity billows through shattered glass.
No longer she sails the seven seas, invincible,
Time and tide have taken their toll.
Rejuvenated vessels mock Vanessa's plight.
Left to the elements, unprotected, no longer needed,
Deteriorating, until considered so unsightly
She is consigned to salvage,
Towed away ignominiously to her final breakage.
Yet deep within, memories of former glories remain:
Launched in splendour, named with pride,
She strove with all her might to bring honour to her line.
Valiantly she bears her name with dignity.
She is still Vanessa.
Uncharted Territory
This new voyage on which you have begun
Is taking you into, as yet, uncharted territory.
It is a journey not ’cross distant seas,
Nor to foreign lands, but to deep within your self.
It is a time, during which you will discover hidden depths,
And strength you could never believe you possessed
On it you will make new friendships and deepen old.
You will discover new loves, new joys and new life.
Things you may once have taken for granted
Will become so very precious
Like jewels mined from deep within earth’s darkness.
Supported by loved ones near and far
You are strong enough for this your own odyssey
So go with fortitude to reach your appointed destination
that is you.
After the Storm
The blue-grey stillness of the sea rippling upon the sands
Belies the storm of the night before,
Pebbles dashed upon the promenade-
With such ferocity that they would remain there.
Further evidence of these ravages seen as
Insecure trees lie, roots exposed, never to live again.
Planks and plastic, unending evidence of man’s carelessness,
Cast aside to await costly removal.
Today, the sea’s edge glistens with small pebbles,
Gems sparkling in the sun, bathed in gentle ripples.
It is hard to imagine that the calamity and the calm
Emanate from one body of water.
Previously pounding in its power and strength,
Now gently caressing as a lover.
Mighty God, all powerful, yet ever-gentle,
Remove all that is of my making, without root and unstable,
And having done so,
Enable me to wait until your peace returns again.
..Like freshly fallen snow
or newly washed sand
begging for footprints...
Article submitted Saturday, January 15, 2011 & read 39 times.
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