Angry now, the sea
churns up the ocean bed.
Four sheets to the wind,
the frothy counterpane
bears witness to great
Neptune’s passion-filled surge.
Such wild, such reckless,
abandon must surely
exhaust itself ‘ere long…
Fleeting impressions seared into my soul…tiny pebbles tossed into the surge
08 Jan 2014 2 Comments
in Poetry Tags: force, passion, poetry, power, sea, Storm, tempest, turbulent, wild
Angry now, the sea
churns up the ocean bed.
Four sheets to the wind,
the frothy counterpane
bears witness to great
Neptune’s passion-filled surge.
Such wild, such reckless,
abandon must surely
exhaust itself ‘ere long…
05 Jan 2014 Leave a comment
in Minimal Word Stones, Poetry Tags: assessing the damage, floods, Isle of Wight, poetry, power, sea surge, Shanklin, Storm, water, weather
Sand whipped,
Land ripped…
Watery Wind Thief
27 Sep 2013 1 Comment
in Poetry Tags: appreciating nature around us, mindfulness, musings, nature, pastimes, poetry, power, sea, walking, wildness
In the lazy dazzle
of a hazy autumnal sun,
I watch the sea leap and dance,
the waves a turbulent mass
of energy unleashed.
A jet skier climbs and cuts a swathe
Through the terre verte of this playground’s mighty swell.
All that‘s left of the lone windsurfer
glimpsed far out to sea earlier
is the Milk Tray Man sloshing with seal-like
wetsuit there across the car park –
the wind hastening him to his car.
A few bedraggled and windswept dog-walkers
look, with me, seawards across the sands.
Sands which are now bereft
of their tourist adornments.
I prefer them just plainly
beautiful.
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