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Steppe
09-07-2015, 10:25 PM
I


view
from high cliff

.....rain forests
.....blue mountains
.....Straits of Juan de Fuca

too far
to be heard

.....my finger pick
.....guitar
.....only sound


II


sun coos
like a mourning dove
at the passing storms

clouds
grey like birds
follow the boats
to cove

ocean wind
withdraws from dunes -

a curlew
cries

moment held
in the silence
of my solitude


III


mood
shadow like
surrounds

sleeping gulls
tethered boats


winds
lash
fronds

where herons fish
periwinkle ponds


IV


on
glistening
sand

bleached bone
mussel
and shell

crows
protest
the peace
of floatsom-jetsome

when sun
spears
shadows

the nets of noon
set slow the wind
and bag a breeze


V


it will not ease
this pain
of separation

(watching
tea-cup light
over city scapes)

my heart
gray as doves
under sea spawned clouds


my ship
logging a distance
that will not set us free

your home
on Vashon Island
mine the sea


VI


boat rests on dusk from day
of sea wander

tranquil harbor
floats
around her sleep


moonrise
crash of stars
over cove

boats of light
tow them
far


lamps launch
into calm
sea water

reflections bob
in the bronze-belled
breeze


the cove
hushed by hours
counts

blue shadows
of midnight

empty
of all
sails


VII


Al's Bayside Grocery -
cigarettes and beer

roof caved under
maple leaves and shag moss
extends
a fog-fingered shadow
on the Cow-Parsnip
by the front door

pennants and posters hang over
boardwalks leading to
jetties listless
in April rain

blue woods around
bay windows rot
under Red Arbutus

shattered glass
candy wrappers
and Olympic Beer cans reflect

the vanishing color
of super hero
comic books


VIII


bell tolls a tune
buoys the fog

bird windy-flung
boats a log


waves foam an island's
swimming tide

as storms
horizon winter
winter-wide


IX


decks in the shell
of green boat
float
underfoot
where the curved keel
keens the waves
on the harbor water

windsong of drift -

flutes
piccolos
stray variations
of violins

on windy rails
hunch-backed gulls anticipate
the western shore
a score
of kindred chords snapping
round their beaks

"Tahoma" (white mountain)
rising like a symphony
on silver waves
of Juan de Fuca's water
cadence
with the salty breath
of seas

commuters lean on broken thoughts
the distance back a track
of foaming wakes

the day's work
trailing behind
like the crisp-cold light
of winter


X


seas shatter into surf -
pond the cove

tides wild -
pebble the beach
with mumbles of ocean

bunch grass nods
in the whistle-punk wind
sensing the front door
of winter

Artic Terns
fork tail over
a white barn -
startle pigeons
on the tin roof


a shut house
with mossy windows
and a for-sale-sign
surrounded by Red Arbutus
shadow the snails sleeping
in the misty leaves

Stew21
09-10-2015, 05:40 PM
such a wonderful visual set of poems, Steppe. Really lovely to read this and *see* it while I sit in my cubicle at work with my coffee this morning.

Thank you for sharing it.

Steppe
09-11-2015, 01:12 AM
Thank you Stew. You opinion always matters!

Steppe
09-22-2015, 01:56 AM
top-family wants to read also.