Sand

January 29, 2020January 29, 2020

Beyond The Waves

She drifts afloat beyond the waves
beyond where they rise and fall

I see her there but you do not
she is minded in memory pale

her tender skin warm and brown
sparkles with salty ocean sand

she fears not a bottomless depth
as the ocean touches her hand

her life has yet to really begin
& is still filled with vivid color

before living is stolen from her
& beauty becomes ghostly pallor

but beauty will blossom again
to show her the color and wonder

she drifts afloat beyond the waves
beyond where they rise and fall

to crash the sandy beaches with
seaweed painted shells hollow

where sea gulls screech loudly
she knows no one will follow

This Photo Taken From Public Domain Pictures & Created As Art

August 17, 2018

Art Mercurial

reminiscent of an Ansel Adams photograph
the waves of the Pacific break
against the sandy shores

layers upon layers of ruffles
stitched with foamy lace

an imitation of art mercurial
each white foamy layer
a year in the life

a depiction steeped in feelings
of all that is perpetual
as if years will continue
ad infinitum

youth and memory captured and held
within the taste
within the smell
of sea salt

until another wave crashes
wind driven upon
the shore

wiping clean the slate like sand
without even a touch
you simply
let
go

Image Taken From Public Domain Pictures & Re-Imagined

Foamy Lace

Another visit to a place I will always love but is forever changed in many ways. I have left there knowing that change is imminent and this year finds me swept away within its’ embrace. What places are and will forever be held in your heart even though you call another place home? For me it is California.

May 11, 2018May 14, 2018

The Essence of Loving

Not everyone celebrates all of the days, that our present day society has intimated to be profitable in the commercialized world, but most people celebrate mothers. Even those who haven’t any knowledge of a birth mother may still wish to pay homage to a woman who has been a strong influence in their life. My own mother has been gone now ten years but I always try to remember her every day apart from the day it is marked on the calendar. Hope everyone has a woman who has impacted their life such as their own mother or another. There are two photos here taken from Public Domain Images. One is of the ocean and the other of lilacs, two things in the world my mother liked best. I like to add my own touch to make it uniquely mine.

Crystals in Sand

Memories now clear to be revealed
like sparkling sand crystals
showing brilliant in the sun

as ocean tides bring them back
time and time again acting
as a giant hourglass
unblemished
untarnished
as life colors
blemish
to distort

i see only the essence of you
i smell only the balm of you
as the fragrance of roses
lilacs reaching
to touch
the sun

the baking of pies in the oven
buttermilk biscuits warm
the scent of meals cooked
with the spices of love
reaching to touch me
embraced with warmth
nourishing
my heart
my soul

birth is proliferation
whereas love
is a good measure
never tallied
only leavened
ever grown

August 5, 2016August 5, 2016

COLORADO LAGOON

Always scorching heat in So Cal
enfolding me a sticky sweet embrace
thirsting for the cool of water
to lap at the brown skin of my face

Hopeful an outing in anticipation
to a place of sand and salt blowing
Colorado Lagoon a sleepy fresh water
would quench in a pinch for swimming

Tantamount to an ocean beach shore
concession stands to take your coins
even as a quarter sparkled at my feet
ephemeral as a cool wind purloined

Image Taken From Morgue File & Digitized by Myself

Lagoon

May 17, 2016May 17, 2016

TIME BETWEEN SPACES

How do you capture the time
between spaces
to hold the minutes
in your hands

when your hands
are the sieves
that leave no traces
& the minutes
are grains of sand

Image Taken From Morgue File & Digitized by Myself

CAPTURING TIME

January 2, 2015January 2, 2015

MY MUSE RISES UP

my muse rises up
from the remnants of time
remaining in the year

minutes filtering down
like particles of sand
through the bottleneck
of the hourglass

more precious than salt
which, when stirred in water
cannot be seen
the taste of which remains

my muse rises up
from the remnants of time
remaining in the year

Image Taken From Morgue File & Digitally Altered by Myself

Wishing everyone who comes this way and visits a prosperous New Year in 2015 and good health on the pathways they walk in life.

July 8, 2012

Yesteryears Gone

wind full of sea salt surrounding
us walking the boardwalk
wooden planks reminiscent of
yesteryears gone by
but are they really
gone

footsteps lightly falling next
to us, fashions changing
from one piece bathing
suits to ones…barely

while ocean sands remain holding
sunbathers catching rays or
covered beneath large
umbrellas while

children now as then create
sand castles and some
belly surf while others
ride surfboards not
heard of then

we walk on amidst the chatter
of others the breeze
bringing to our ears a
cacophony of thunderous
ocean waves and
laughter

all this caught in a panoramic
moment in time the hourglass
sands swift bringing
from yesteryears gone by
but are they really
gone

February 23, 2012

Espadrille Footprints

I remember her walking
leaving espadrille
footprints on the
sandy shore

cosmic dust in the
evening sky a
star dust stream
settling amidst
diamond particles
in the sand

each step taken by
tide’s wavy hands
greedy seaweed
grasping broken
shells

she stares upon the
open sea
gazing hungrily
needing moon beams
to become a
path

taking her away
as dreamers
often do to
another land
a distant
horizon

when I next look
her footsteps
remain to
be swept away

in the foamy
tide as only the
espadrilles
remain

November 13, 2011

Impressions

Walking along the sandy beaches
wind pushing against her like
swimming against the current
she is reminded of childhood
gone as though memories spent
when each day meant another

Sand making its’ way into her
shoes, into her clothes pulled
close around her as she hugs
herself closely, eyeing the
waves crash, incoming tides
leaving seaweed in her midst

Impressions of footprints she
leaves follow her briefly to
be washed away by salty brine
as the tears quickly mix with
ocean spray to erase all time
of a sun’s warming afterglow

The day sets quickly behind a
horizon displayed of reflected
colors on a watery ocean glass
rendering her figure merely a
dark silhouette lost to a past
as the sea reclaims the shore