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Azure Dreams
I dream in shades of azure blue,
White horses crest, their dance anew.
Murmurs soft on gold-kissed grain,
Diamonds dapple, twinkle's reign.
Song of light in subtle fade,
Saffron fingers sketch, persuade.
Shapes caressed, each curve's embrace,
Warmth's tender kiss, the night's soft lace.
Embers burn to sky's demand,
Fires grand where heavens stand.
Ashes red in twilight's hymn,
Silen...
Saturday 4th May 2024 9:33 pm
THE CHOSEN GRAIN
At the bottom of the sea sits a perfectly symmetrical hinged oyster shell
lived in water and land
Inside is a grain of sand
That chosen grain the special one
In to the gap in the shell he has gone
At first it is lonely and dark cant get out
But hes safe from the monsters of the sea no doubt
This tiny grain with sharpened points
Indulges and grows as the shell anoints
He tumbles and role...
Tuesday 9th March 2021 9:26 pm
Oh come to me!
From the windswept clifftop
She could see below
Far below into the cove
Where lay, a body upon the sand
And, dragged by tide,
A waving hand
It swayed like the branch
Of a wind-laden tree
Come to me
Oh come to me!
A breath of chill
Now, caressed her skin
Whilst staring down at the cove
And the figure within
And upon her grasped
Su...
Wednesday 28th October 2020 5:37 pm
A Pilot's Joke
A Pilot's Joke / Michael Kwack
Once upon a time, there lived a flying man
Who kept flying on, never thinking of landing...
One day accidentally he had to land
Somewhere, or nowhere, on the sand...
After having lived alone very happily ever after,
He left a poem in the sand when he finally left his land;
Quote,
I used to love sand,
For, where ther...
Saturday 18th July 2020 3:34 pm
The Estuary
I am
barefoot
on a far tide line
sand rippled
spread
with estuary shells
with oystercatchers
soft where rills run down
or the sea pools
behind a half-sunk stone
or a mooring chain
I am
watching
moored yachts
swinging to the tide turn
above their sunken reflections
angled lines of cirrostratus
echoed below the horizon
in the mirror gloss sea
...
Thursday 13th June 2019 4:12 pm
Can You Hear My Cry
Cry and cry, till I die
Can you hear, I want you by me
As we used to play
In the long golden grass,
My beautiful one. Long gone
Four years, but still with me
Played till state authorities saw
And stole from us our life,
Raped us for themselves
Persecuted us, we ran, not mad
To escape their tether chains cells
Far away, beyond altitude.
For we are ...
Sunday 4th November 2018 6:38 pm
The wave behind the wave
From beyond the far horizon arc
travelling travelling calmly on
to swell gently across a sea
until the deep corals
are left far behind
and the seabed
rises sloping up
to meet land
forcing us
to turn
to curl
to break
to surge
to rattle stone
to shape sand
our strength waining
retreating quietly beneath
the wave behind our wave
a curling s...
Monday 24th September 2018 9:15 am
All the Years [revision]
In my mind
buried deep
a golden grain
of Welsh
beach
In my mind
our impressions
in the hot sand
where we
lay
It is there
buried deep
that single second
that moment
in which our
minds
...
Friday 4th May 2018 4:19 pm
All the Years
In my mind
buried deep
a golden grain
of Welsh
beach
In my mind
shallow dips
in the hot sand
where we
lay
It is there
buried deep
that single second
that moment
in which our
minds
...
Friday 4th May 2018 11:46 am
Gower
The sand was always hot
beside the white dunes and the coarse grass
The sea was always blue
between the black rocks and the horizon haze
The beach was always ours
between the seagull shout and the distant crowd
We were always alone
between the far world and our near union
We swa...
Monday 29th January 2018 11:59 am
Forvie, March 2017
Dunes...
And then the sand flowed like the tide
Shifting the land at the wave edge of the sea
A vast striated plane of drifting whirling grains:
Aged dunes lost to the wail will of the wind.
As we walked close by the sea suck and ripple
The bound beach rose and swallowed our grounded feet
We seemed to be free floating sand cloud high
In the sandsmoke drifts rushing to their...
Tuesday 12th December 2017 3:17 pm
The Peaceful Beach
There's nothing that can beat
Walking along the beach
With the waves hitting your feet
In the scorching heat
Miles of soft, golden sand
I run some through my hand
Waves splashing against the shore
Is a sound that I adore
Feeling the warm breeze
Puts me at such ease
I tilt my head up towards the sun and smile
And close my eyes for a while
This beach is my paradise
Its tranquility...
Friday 22nd September 2017 10:33 am
Turn Of The Tide
Low ripples creep in eager waves,
Reclaiming grains of wind-blown sand,
To lay them flat within the damp, cemented matrix,
By degree, each one,
In exposed space,
Is over-run,
Again with water weight,
Where fine currents caress and roll,
The grains that had once been free.
Sunday 22nd January 2017 9:22 pm
Un-Shore
Still at shore with the weight of gaffes around my dreams
Afraid to set a course
At odds with all but how it seems
Perception sits on the thrown of what is
What is not cannot stand to the claims of what should be
With demise almost a certainty
Almost - becomes the theme that moves me
Fastened to procrastination
Circumventing the truth
Giving ear to assumptions
Off the...
Friday 29th July 2016 8:34 pm
Figment 7
i dreamed
of the ocean again
last night
silver lined
the water and
the hanging
shadows of the gulls
the waves
curling like fingers
against the sand
Tuesday 28th April 2015 9:42 pm
The Beach: My Remedy
it's just before sunset when loneliness creeps in
the beach is my remedy
the ocean will let me be sad
but only enough to shed a few tears,
never enough to let me drown
the wind invites me in when no one else has thought to
the lazy waves take their time rolling up
the toddlers mix mud, as their parents hold a conversation
the older couple holds hands like they're still in love
...
Friday 8th August 2014 2:58 am
city in the sand
There is a city, hidden in the sand
where few have visited. I understand
it glitters in the scorching noonday sun.
To find it is the dream of anyone
who feels that they deserve great wealth,
who follow, creeping like a sphinx, in stealth
to enter through the golden portals great -
answer a riddle and confirm their fate.
The city’s treasures are truly renown...
Tuesday 29th January 2013 12:48 pm
Sands
Well hello my poetic brethren.
The time has come for yet more spewings from the mind to be shared amongst you. This time I have been partially inspired by a book I'm reading at the moment and partially by a dream I had. I'm pretty sure the two were linked anyway. So let me whisk you friends into the mystical world of Sands.
Sands
Vision blurred as focus regains
dream...
Thursday 18th October 2012 12:46 pm
OCEAN PLANE
OCEAN PLANE
Great, warm wet ocean rolling, curving, boiling cauldron.
Little grains of sand – brown, white, clear, black.
Thrown together onto the beach.
A small layer, a medium layer, a deep layer compressed into rock.
Hundreds of feet thick. Exposed to elements, rain, cold, wind, snow.
No warm carboniferous sun here. Just a windy plateau of a rock face.
...
Monday 27th February 2012 12:57 pm
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