On Meditation
 
 
The sky of blue an ocean when I close my eyes
And count the waves that lap in front of me
With breaths that reach as deep as ocean's floor,
Hypnotic rhythm in and out; serenity.
 
The salty air I taste upon my tongue,
Dream of solitude within the halo's white.
Centered in my mind, my thoughts are cleared;
I wait for you to speak, I see the light.

I Am the Sea


The water’s edge laps rhythmic solitude
Enticing waves, the arms that call me in;
I drown in bitter sorrow from this feud,
Then like a buoy pop up once again.
Rejuvenating tides this cycle bears,
My fingers slap calm water freshening.
Hypnotic reverie from ocean’s prayers;
A dolphin diving up and down, I sing.
Am I insane to dream myself to shore?
To think white castles hold the golden key?
Each time a current pulls me to the floor,
An inspiration molds my destiny.
I am the sea, I write to fill this hole;
No storm or wind will crush my hungry soul.

-I Am the Sea won 3rd place in Writer’s Digest Poetic Asides form challenge, April 2011




Stilling Mourning Calls
 
After midnight
shooting stars
call out to her.
 
Crashing echoes
from the sky
ripple down.
 
They splash
into rough seas,
a buoy.
 
Iridescent
are the waves
that fill her mind.
 
Visions of a smile
and warm embrace
drown the ache.
 
Serene at last--
wonder dims,
grief recedes.



Languishing Visibility
 
 
Across the placid sea a tainted glass
impairs his apperception of deep flaws
approaching like icebergs in early dawn.
 
Aboard the ship he watches seagulls pass
then disappear into moist air, a gauze
across the placid sea, a tainted glass
impairing comprehension of deep flaws.
 
How can he steer this vessel with no mast,
no mask to hide behind, no vital cause
or reason for a less than simple pause
across the placid sea? A tainted glass
impairs his apperception of deep flaws
approaching like icebergs in early dawn.