On Hope x

sand grain off balance

others out of kilter fall

wind and tide smoothed shore

~

CLP 25/07/2021

On the Edge

solid, liquid, gas

permanence ethereal

shifting between states

~

CLP 01/07/2021

Dream #17

white finger stretching south

beyond the headland

scratching open the sky

I rigidly follow the pilot

curled tight in a too small seat

the aircraft casting a fleeting mark

a dark crucifix on the rising sea

a pulse passing through the Channel

heaven howling echoes

in the chambers of my heart

I know not where I am going

nor why I am gone

~

CLP 12/06/2021

On Water xx

sorting through shingle

picking out perfect pebbles

stones skimming off waves

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CLP 28/04/2021

On Water xviii

waves paw the sea wall

tentacles gently shine the stone

working at weak spots

~

n.b. However old these stones, however long in situ, the sea will eventually wear them down, one wave or another.

~

CLP 26/04/2021

On Water xvii

lunatic repetition

tide in, tide out, back and forth

set your clock by it

n.b. Imagine if we had time pieces attuned to the tides, not set from Greenwich Meridian; would we be more sensitive to our planet’s music?

CLP 25/04/2021

On Water xvi

that helicopter

on a beeline up the coast

air-sea rescue, obvs

n.b. The elements of water and air combine to tragic effect at weekends when the concoction of homo-sapiens, alcohol and sunshine dull the mind, drown common-sense.

CLP 25/04/2021

On Water xv

green brine of Pompey

no shallow mirror of sky

depth of character

~

CLP 24/04/2021

On Water xiv

rapid shifting shore

constantly inconsistent

respect without trust

~

n.b. Manningtree through a train window; a must-see stop I keep passing through.

~

CLP 23/0/4/2021

time-stitch

nine arrowed together by lovers

in unusual hours no matter when

at coffee, lunch, tea, day, night

slipping through urgent fingers

grasping at sand they have to make up

for these unaccounted moments

they could not let pass without finding out

knowing full well each tide runs after

catching breath in liquid seconds

on the turn before its ebb

never coming back the same

understanding what has passed between them

were not seconds wasted waiting

for some non-existent tomorrow

~

n.b. NaPoWriMo 2021 Day Twelve

CLP 12/04/2021