Tag Archives: sea
won’t you spirit me away to moon or mountain or ocean sway, say that salt and sea are all we need? see, let’s just feel the breeze, squeeze ourselves into some smaller space, erase the fears. lace hands. scribble our … Continue reading
… I’m not sure where …….the moon went, …but I think it might be ………………..my fault. I miss her. So please, ……forgive ..my salt. .. Poem ketchuping.
.. Beauty (perhaps) and light, and the fight of wind on skin. Pain slow -slammed into truth. Proof of second chances and first -blush glances turned to 20 years. Tears. Sky and moon and sun -burned tongues and languages she … Continue reading
I dreamed I was more than moored, but less than Lake. That the shaking of these limbs (this breeze) was about more than trees (and less than song.) I dreamed I belonged to the sea, and that she gave me … Continue reading
… in mo(u)rning, we sing our sacred dawn-songs, allow the bell to toll for all we’ve lost. We’ve tossed and turned all night, held the world tight in trembling hands and too-full clouds with false linings. We’re pining for some … Continue reading
.. You say to talk about her in a new way and I must tell you I am exhausted. She exhausts me. My nouns. My verbs. My inky veins. I have quilled her a thou -sand poems in paper sky, … Continue reading
Casperson Beach, January 2018 .. the sky’s on fire and so’s her soul, so much foam and salt. she’ll leave a piece of her self here, take some peace home with her. be. still. ………..know.
Please remember me when the sun goes down when the moon is round remember me. – The Reverend Horton Heat . Remember her in moon -light, words spilled to sea. In the slight slant of sky that says rain … Continue reading
(an aubade tanka) .. one last stolen kiss. watch that fading sky; oh, see? silver filament looped to invisible strings, moon rewires herself to sea. .. prompted by poetic asides.