Frantic phantoms

    Outside the sky is filled with rhythmic clouds, pulsing like frantic phantoms.

 

I walk the sand alone,

and feel it stirring as I roam,

upon this breathing earth,

where wave on wave begins new birth.

I sense a grand facade,

where colors paint the hand of God.

And in remorseful pain,

I dance the stones of bitter strain.

 

     As I walk, my soul is undone by the recollection of the waves and the dark mansion of my mind. Its nebulous prophecy cries out above the waves on this desolate morning: “How you are yet undone!”  I walk on alone.

Author's Note

From chapter three of "An owl on the moon,” Top of the stairs: March…

Reviews

[barleygirl]

I do quite a bit of writing about my nearby wilderness & nature, but I never thought about writing in such a way (as you do) to bring the various natural phenomena alive like bit characters in your storylike scenes. It's not personification like most people do it. It's very unique, like you're breathing life & character into inanimate objects as part of the drama of the scene you're taking in & sharing. Very fresh approach to writing about nature as a way to convey feelings & life lessons! (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie

[An owl on the moon]

Smiling, so thankful that you understood exactly what I hoped to communicate. And you also know the world that inspired these words, or at least some of it, with Monterey, Carmel by the sea, and the Oregon coast. Keep inspired, Margie! (((HUGS)))

[Moonie]

You have such a unique, subtle and beautiful voice! Your poems are always a wonder to behold- like being transported to a different land where the waves play out a pretty tune, and the cool sand welcomes my tired feet...I really like how well your book is coming together!❤

[An owl on the moon]

What a joy to have you walk on these paths and leave the wondrous imprint of your feet in the sand. Hope Moon's fairest daughter is doing brilliantly. ❤

[The Rock And Roll Cowbo..]

With your words you turned the voice of nature up to eleven. Always great reading your artwork.

[An owl on the moon]

Ah, thank you so much, my friend. These words were inspired by the Pacific, not far from your feet. :)

[Mrudula Rani]

Você sempre faz uma obra-prima com suas palavras. Perfection in writing. It is always a immense pleasure to read your poems.

[An owl on the moon]

Muito obrigado! I am always so thankful for your presence. Ate logo. :)

[Mrudula Rani]

The feelings are mutual. Uma abraço.

[Gypsy Warrior Queen]

I am there beneath the foot...feeling the steps move my granules....feeling the body invade my sheer...Can you not hear my calling through the waters movement? You never walk alone....we are there with you always.....

[An owl on the moon]

Ah, Queenie, your presence is liquid light. Thank you so much for always coming to calm my storms, dear poet. :)