FINGERS FROM HEAVEN

Fingers from heaven

Reach for the shore.

Crooked shafts of light

Electrify the dark sky.

The clouds circle closer.

The rain falls harder.

The howling winds follow.

The waves rise up in fright.

The end is in sight.

A FORCE WE CANNOT BEND

Icy waves ravage the shore

before returning for more.

Soaring birds ride the mighty towers,

refusing to yield to their powers.

Dolphins coast in the swells,

ignoring the death bells.

Tides hit the rocks

with frozen blocks.

They plow through the sand

with sharp claws in hand.

Momentum without end;

A force we cannot bend.

A LIVING SCULPTURE

 

A living and breathing sculpture.

It entices us.

It bemuses us.

It challenges us.

But most of all,

it inspires us.

AN ISLAND ESCAPE

 

Take me from a world without color,
where life can be dull and grey.
I want to swim through the ocean’s waves,
where rainbows frolic and play.

The sun’s rays shimmer on the water,
leaving trails of gold, yellow, and red.
Beacons of light for me to follow,
to a new land where to lay my head.

Who lives on this small island?
It’s time for me to explore.
I see a hut of branches.
I must see if there is more.

I walk across the pale pink sand
to the small hut and step inside.
The room is dark, without windows.
I check to see what it may hide.

A man saunters into the room.
At the table, places are set.
He turns to me with a huge grin,
as if I am his new prized pet.

He makes an abrupt movement
and strides across the dark room.
He kisses me with cold passion
under the blood-red moon.

I swam across the ocean

to find a new shore.

But here I am again

in his arms once more.

A PERFECT SUMMER DAY

 

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Portovenere, Italy ~ Luca Libralato

Brushstrokes of blue and gray

to outline the puffy clouds.

Broad swipes of teal and aquamarine

to meet the neverending horizon.

Swells of purest white

will rise from the blue depths.

As my fingers reach for the canvas,

my gaze travels to the brushes,

and I shake my head.

No painting is needed

to capture the perfect day.

I stare around me

at nature’s perfect handiwork.

A FORCE WE CANNOT BEND

Waves hit the rocks

with frozen blocks.

They plow through the sand,

sharp claws in their hand.

They ravage the shore,

coming back for more.

A battle with no end.

A force we cannot bend.

PASSIONS BURN HOT

Passions burn hot in Florida
as sizzling as a summer day
beneath the scorching sun.

PREY FOR THE DEAD

by Susanne Leist

DARK AND COLD DAY

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ENERGY

The green waves grow in force.

Digging into the shore.

He rides in on a horse.

Leaving me wanting more.

I open my eyes.

I’m in my own bed.

I can hear soft sighs.

From inside my head.

‘Only a dream,’ I say.

He will make us all pay.

He’ll come for me today.

On this dark and cold day.

RED IN ITS ANGER

I can feel the storm approaching.
Moving closer to shore.
A spray of water in my face.
Salt in the air.
Palm trees swaying.
Sand rippling.
A wildness in the air.
Birds fleeing for safety.
Waves crashing.
Sky turning darker.
Red in its anger.
Roaring its fury.
Raining down tears.
When will it end?
Once the sky is finished.
Once it’s calmed down.
The sun will peek out.
The birds will return.
And all will be right
with the world.
Tantrum over.

THE OCEAN

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The ocean.
Salty.
Brisk.
Morning fresh.
Ripples.
Mesmerizing.
Tantalizing.
Alive.
There's nothing more to say.