The waves whisper a name on ripples of froth rising over wet sand, reaching for a line, receding without despair into advancing waters, breaking into liquid diamonds swirling richly in an ocean soup, beaming under a yellow sun hanging in a blue sky as winds waft wave tops sideways like smoke rising from campfires and … More WITHOUT END
In the quiet of a place, the place where your thoughts surface, a voice of within rises from the silence. It’s not the wind or waves that influence, but an inner suddenness of calm, a seed watered by the drive for direction; we listen with intent, capturing the moment. There is a cleansing, … More CHANGE
A thousand winds with hands descended from purple blue skies bending heads of slumbered wheat into waves of yellow oceans. The aroma of a distant heaven surrounds me, the vulnerable self, as the earth moves beneath me. I am a speck of sand, a feather lifted every morning as I first breathe in … More YELLOW WAVES
The very first time I viewed the ocean, its blue arms pulled me with selfish compassion, forcing me into its waves like a present being unwrapped. Without loss I pressed back, capturing the waters around me. Like a friend, long lost, or a home distant, the ocean released a language for me to open upon … More UNTIL NOW
On the beach of my life I am young again, standing in the surf, resisting the authority of waves moving with the earth upon me. I am golden without shine, standing under tangerine skies, fearing nothing, commanding the day from my shoreline footstool. I am the history of myself. A legend to no one. A … More GOLDEN
People shaped clouds form silently overhead as radio voices compete with ocean waves sliding onto timeless beaches. A lounge chair, enameled white, basks pale under a hot yellow star; quartz granules, ergs of broken time lap at its scratched wooden legs. Cigarette smoke circles from pointing fingers. Flying low, a plane pulls a message with … More ALMOST AUGUST
Roger Singer 