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

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

CUTTING A PATH

Sailing ships full sails sliding through blue and green waves divide into exhaustion song of wind never the same strong hands mast the desire of motion angles break apart clouds add fuel the earth turns under the surface rope and wood fuel and fury heaven moves aside angels applaud  

ALMOST OVERHEAD

There was a caution in the air. A thin front of yellow yielded to heavy black layers of a disruptive sky crawling menacingly above. Thunder sounded from the hands of trauma, releasing repeated detonations. The calm surface air quickly became an unlikely opportunity for safety. Nature began to carve out its design of strength in … More ALMOST OVERHEAD

THIS PLACE

There’s an island I feel in my dreams. A safe current with abundant sun, providing energy without resistance. An open front door offers promise. A bouquet of flowers sits on a hallway table; circling white fans refresh incoming ocean breezes. White sands encourage me and waves orchestrate a welcome. I walk into the water as … More THIS PLACE

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

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

COMMON SENSE

Ocean waves dissolve on the shoreline. Diamond reflections spread covering rock and sand.   The waves are creative voices, a language transported, respecting time and mysteries untold.   Their voices are soft, welcoming and sincere. Often we listen but fail to hear the message, the answers the recipes of common sense.    

DOORS

Fair winds, the pause of between, ruffle the edges of canvas awnings. The sound of coarse linen being formed into small waves, resemble incoming tides onto shorelines celebrating morning. The day tumbles within minutes, creating hours of hope with the sense something good will happen. The manicured thoughts we cultivate, wait patiently for the map … More DOORS