Waves

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

December 14, 2019December 14, 2019

The Conch Shell

To be cleansed by the salty brine
of the ocean’s ever incoming surf
is like being one with the conch

being held on the empty sandy shore
waiting for the waves gently lapping
its’ beauteous shell

to feel cleansed, to be whole
you can be still within the pain
the suffering you hold

be embraced as the conch is washed
clean and listen to the ocean
within your heart

This Image Taken From Public Domain Pictures & Created As Art

October 3, 2018

Second Story Longing

Life beside a warp of cement
tucked into rain soaked ground
whilst seeing grass close enough
to touch thru an open window

is not for the faint of heart
nor a feint move made in earnest
to deceive or hide

for I miss second story windows
open to light and breeze
a view of a well traversed bridge
seen as a ribbon slightly
in the distance

with wavy colors of green slicing
thru deepest aegean blue
waters as beneath they flow

as wind tunnel force winds
creating frothy waves
upon its’ surface
create lapping at
sandy rocky shores

I imagine myself there
in the sun

My Own Photo Taken and Created as Art

Window

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.

September 14, 2017

Ocean Dreaming

This is in response to Rick Daddario’s 30 DOH/Days of Haiga which you can see at

Haiga 2017-012-30doh: Red Leaf

Sound of Ocean

October 27, 2016September 2, 2017

Another Lifetime

it is winter now and raining
as it rarely did then
another lifetime…do you recall

a warm glow to your skin
as you stood amidst glittering sand
receiving the ocean’s salty mist
a warm wind carving waves

the rain reminds me as a child when
swimming past rolling waves
to a calm ocean to hold my raft
and even the depth beneath me
held no fear

i seemed to drift as it were
past people i did not know as
playing amongst the salty brine
they seemed to fade away
and i remained

it is winter now and raining
as it rarely did then
another lifetime…do you recall

Image Taken From Morgue File & Digitized by Myself

another-life

December 15, 2014December 15, 2014

ANOTHER PASSING STORM

wind gusts are sweeping
across the surface of the house
like angry waves coursing
filled with emotions
no way to extinguish
like layers of tindered fire

Another Passing Storm

the windows rattle noisily
as though there are hands
that are shaking them
wanting and demanding
to get in

Another Passing Storm

check the locks on the doors
check the seals on the windows
wind is howling now in chorus
like babies wanting more

Another Passing Storm

just as the roof seems lifted
as if being pulled
the house does cease to shudder
the wind now but a breeze
the waves of it calm now
raging flames surceased

Another Passing Storm

Image Taken From Morgue File