THE PRICE WE PAY

THE PRICE WE PAY     Anger and love broken shells parts scattered on life’s shoreline and deep waters hidden in clouds rolled out of storms under still waters suspended out of reach praying for balance understanding alone sometimes touching but not really touching the violence of gravity the weight of words unspoken destiny the … More THE PRICE WE PAY

DEEP WATERS

A hidden prize under the green blue surface   shifting sand and shells once mountains now reduced to dust from agitation of waters tossed by storms and stretching seabed’s   the water speaks with waves, white caps and rushing currents   the fingertips of shorelines spread far beyond millennial dates   their presence is a … More DEEP WATERS

NO WHERE CLUB

Coolness of night is the heat of music   ripples of song wash against the shoreline of ears abandoned to the will of music and whiskey   the unreliable are drawn into convincing eyes absorbed within the web, a wicked spell they accept   ugly crazy lights flash, freezing frames without motion   the club … More NO WHERE CLUB

WASHED

We are marked by our shoreline the footsteps left behind the ones dreamed of the seasons that began and others forgotten by choice   tides washed us gently circling   the waves never stopped synchronous beats smooth some troubled   all beneath a humble moon

MOONLIGHT SONG

I stand on the shoreline of the ocean small palpable waves feed on my ankles as dusk yields to night   a sound clear as spring windows tilts toward me showering me in the center of a nightly orchestra   I wonder looking around if anyone nearby senses the blessing from the air or am … More MOONLIGHT SONG

HIGH DUNES

The shoreline is a paper waiting for a story. Frequent coal blue skies compete with the gray of midday.  Oil cloth jackets provide temporary warmth.  Multiple nearby voices scale up the dunes, but the power of the waves refuse them any higher.  Birds scatter and then rejoin, swiftly passing overhead. The winds are held together … More HIGH DUNES

OK, NOW GO

Move strong.  Wise steps.  A path of glory. A song on the lips.  High noon.  The aroma of fresh air.  Long roads beckon.  New towns stare at the curious.  Billboards sell air time. Traffic lights hold us back.  Sidewalks never wide enough.  Church steeples all point. School yards wait for recess.  Cars know their owners.  … More OK, NOW GO

WHERE I STAND

WHERE I STAND     Since childhood I’ve stood here, looking out as if waiting for something to appear.   We are shorelines. Pressed by waves of thoughts, touched by winds of words, yet we feel safe in the safety of an eventide flow.   We gather at sunset, remembering farewells while shading our eyes … More WHERE I STAND

SHORELINES

It’s a cleansing a falling of warm comfort or cold for thirst, running from streams to oceans cast down from openings the drops add to earth’s bounty the catch basin never filling or emptying held steadfast by shorelines the great walls retaining the formidable wrath of angry giants searching, hoping for an escape, a way … More SHORELINES