Thursday, December 30, 2010

Standing on a Sandy Cliff

Standing on a sandy cliff
my face against the wind
lines of white across the blue
roaring in the din.

Twilight promise of the night
the boldest stars begin
to light the swells whose nighttime glow
beckons moonlight kin.

Drawn by whispers of the breeze
the ocean calls from deep within
Alas, I must now turn away
and say good-bye again.

Sunday, December 26, 2010

The Leaping Sloop (or Over the Bar and Onward)

Pounding through the waves
jouncing like a cork
twisting in the churning rift
body-bending torque

Sinking dip, springing rise
sideways sudden jerk
back and forth across the moon
the mast swings half berserk

Praying it will stop
this voyage can't end too soon
I'll soon be flat out on my back
staring at that moon