Multimedia. . . . Poetry and Pictures
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Waves (staccato)
Grass leans, swept in salt wind scrape,
Below grey clouds of morning.
Where land mass reaches rising sea,
And gulls cry, as in warning.
Shells lie scattered on the shore,
Blue purpled rock lies weeping.
Swirling water at its foot,
Pushing, rushing, creeping.
Frothing fingers shifting sand,
Wet pebbles beached, honing.
Ebbing tides to and fro,
The seascape always homing.
Footprints blur as edges cup in,
Watery arches spilling.
Wave sweeps retreating steps,
Again, beachcomber’s willing.
Seaweed roll on driftwood spire,
Heaves (no longer roaming).
Wet fingers sift golden sand,
While deep blue ocean’s foaming.
Piece of coal, chunk of Jet?
Shifting sounds, wave chatter.
Jewels wet and gleaming bright,
Mid dreams of other matter.
Timed
Light laden moon,
A watch to keep,
While I stand still and smile.
Silvered orb, tides whisper in.
Oh breathe,
Another while.
Star studded veil,
That clothes the night,
With mystery of yonder.
Silent faces, shimmering gleam,
Distant eye,
Mind's wander.
What was to see,
And shall be seen,
No weary yarn in wonder.
To dream upon a dream tonight,
The twilight,
Years in ponder.
'Moon for Hire' To capture the moment, is being in the right place at the right time
Just a little rainbow
The colours of the rainbow,
Run deep into the eye.
Refraction in the tear,
To brighten up your sky.
Seven bright colours shaft,
Pierce in through swelling drops.
Dazzle, blinking, smart!
The rainbow crying stops.
