... Just tryin to get the stopper out the bottle here... Feelin poetically all at sea... K xx
DAMASCUS BEACH
Sea winds are mercurial, animated
in delight at this high-tide squall of light.
Shimmering through shallows, my frailty
is no match for such verbosity of elements;
drowning me speechless, my breath is all taken.
I can barely stand within this epiphanic instant;
light, wind and waves are too volatile
to ever question my thoughts
or investigate my flimsy presence.
White horses crash their galloped exclamations,
slap sands into frills of scalloped shapes;
their rippling backs unravelling rainbows
round spindled conch of mist.
I am blinded by this light invading
tideline’s littered treasury –
fool’s gold of iron bladderwrack,
fresh coins of minted shells.
Its webbing soon festoons my eyes
and my silvered skin turns scaly.
A truly sumptuous exultation of a moment like a briliant starpoint of light shining wonders of revelation, resignation, and divine humanity. A special gift from a special pen. Much gratitude,
Aye...Captain Kate,
You filled my glass with this one, swabbed my deck of imagery, as I splash myself in the smallness of being!
I raise my sails to "Damascus Beach" and will now ship off to the webbings I feel...Bon Bon!!!!
Love and Peace~
Kimmy~
"White horses crash their galloped exclamations,
slap sands into frills of scalloped shapes;
their rippling backs unravelling rainbows
round spindled conch of mist."
Superb imagery and metaphor, Kate. The whole poem is truly a gift well-shared. Thank you. Love and peace to you,
I guess it is when I am in the Mountains KB, or on a precipice overlooking the ocean, or most always when I am standing on one of the rims of the Grand Canyon, or even reading an ity bity cute little button-nosed British Poets thoughts, that I feel so bloody miniscule in light of Gods creation.
I figure that for an artist, or writer, or anyone for that matter who has the wisdom, that feeling miniscule is part of His glorious plan to keep us looking up and reaching out.
BTW ... the cork hit me in the eye! (-:
Love and Wisdom ...
Yur bud ...
Richard Lloyd Cederberg
Powerful imagery here, great write you've taken the readers along with you on a wonderful trip to the sea. Captivating write indeed!
Enjoyed!
Blessings,
Joyce Bowling
Reviewed by Andy Turner (Reader)
Reviewed on January 12, 2007
I can hear the ROAR of the sea as the white horses comes crashing down as the wind whistles in your ears, drying out the flesh of the face...
Reviewed by J M (Reader)
Reviewed on January 12, 2007
Kate full of images, and beautiful fantasy............:) Bless you!!!!Joselyn
hi Kate. love the alliteration at the close - perfect punctuation to an image-rich and captivating write, made even richer by the subject of such beauty, blinding but begetting beauty in your words. Dawn
Your wonderful descriptive writtings are a treasure to behold.
Reviewed by Debra Harmes-Kurth (Reader)
Reviewed on January 11, 2007
Oh beautiful and fleeting this is. To realize your own frailty in the so tiny in the grand scheme of things. I loved this poem, I believe it would speak to any one reading it. Lovely.
debra
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is no match for such verbosity of elements;
drowning me speechless, my breath is all taken."
I especially liked this verse Kate.....it flows beautifully!
Bill
I purely love your writing style!
Thank you for taking us there with you!
WArmly,WArrior Sheeeooxx
Pops
Wishing you well...
Sam
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Damascus is the capital of Syria, right? As much as I love the sea, beach or no beach, wouldn't want to be there.
Love & Light always and in all ways,
Joseph*
Aberjhani
You filled my glass with this one, swabbed my deck of imagery, as I splash myself in the smallness of being!
I raise my sails to "Damascus Beach" and will now ship off to the webbings I feel...Bon Bon!!!!
Love and Peace~
Kimmy~
slap sands into frills of scalloped shapes;
their rippling backs unravelling rainbows
round spindled conch of mist."
Superb imagery and metaphor, Kate. The whole poem is truly a gift well-shared. Thank you. Love and peace to you,
Regis
and wild images
can feel the splashing of the sea
excellent write
I figure that for an artist, or writer, or anyone for that matter who has the wisdom, that feeling miniscule is part of His glorious plan to keep us looking up and reaching out.
BTW ... the cork hit me in the eye! (-:
Love and Wisdom ...
Yur bud ...
Richard Lloyd Cederberg
Enjoyed!
Blessings,
Joyce Bowling
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in America, Karen Lynn in Texas. :D
BEAUTIFULLY illustrative, you once again take me where you are (or want to be). I wanna go!! BRAVA, my friend. A plesant journey, indeed, your words.
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
Love Tinka
Love,
CJ
debra
Rusty