Oystercatcher's ParadiseA Poem by ameShoreline impressions
Oystercatcher’s Paradise
Bricks of weathered ochre, forged to hold back the tide With steps, little shallow steps, to lift weary weight Into the wilderness of seashore reflections . . .
Shelter and Sanctuary holding a thousand winds Waiting for echoes from a vast, stormy ocean. Liquid mirror poured into a sandy basin . . .
Creamy sea- line stroked by gently rocking ripple, Harnessed through millions of glistening light-splinter grains, Stranded, nestled together, shifting and travelling . . .
Grey skyscape dome lies vaulted with feathery wisps - Looking-glass oasis lacking fabric or bounds - Silky strands stretching past the sparkly horizon . . . ..............................
Blackened seaweed jostles and playfully mingles With inquisitive waves tasting the yellow grain, While white spiralled shells flee from the tangled embrace.
Hazy light gleams, blinding with diamond lustre, Warm furnace kiln of nature-incorporated, Given, bestowed, inherited, handed down . . . Licking tongues savour the sand, so greedy, so gently. A butterfly greets the delicious encounter, Blood-red finality touching the infinite,
Fluttering, tumbling, steering with expertise skill, Setting a sun amidst dry desert conditions, Combing for thirsty blooms in endless devotion.
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Waves seek, search, wander, push forward, slide and gain rest, Their fluid see-through panes wooing the kissing land. Open arms beseech with eternal desire,
Before breaking and falling in dwindled passion, Fading into the metallic blue pastures Of memories long forgotten, and wonders deceased.
Then, once more, the delicate veil rises to run, Grows in strength and swells, bulging with expectation, Higher and wider, now unstoppably waxing,
Assuming shape, collecting momentum in flight, White blossoms bubbling for the magnificent crest Of fast crashing molecule-disintegration. ........................................................
Wild, raucous calls slash the pearly, green silence, Spreading wet flowers in twirly confusion, Dancing for peace - enchanting and counterpointing.
The sun- rays burn, the cool wind whispers in the mist, Sand running through fingers, salt touching dry, parched lips; Shoulders, hearts and mind absolved from captivity.
Still . . . a moment's subdued time-keeping sets the pace, Rhythm's melody suddenly interrupted, as ‘Nothing’ replaces the waning wave's heart-beat.
While pale sunlight drowns the exhausted water fall In a quiet state of ecstatic composure, The beach swallows noise, the sea holds her eager tongue.
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Cirrus clouds drift across the wind-weathered pathways On passage to rich and lone destinations To find a route, gathering speed as the gusts blow.
An oystercatcher wades through the coloured debris Of stones and muscles, shark eggs and twisted algae, With crimson beak stabbing holes into the wet earth.
A lone warrior climbs and falls through the avalanche, With flashes of golden bronze breaking in the heat While tumbling sandy rocks mar his swift ascent.
Beetle creature, full of aspiration and hope Caught in whirlwinds of sand struggling for victory, Finds a path to the giant Dune of Survival. © 2012 ameReviews
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