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FOAMING FURY

FOAMING FURY


Against a backdrop of broiling grey
The dancing colours flap & wave away 
To all who can see and for all left to be
A warning about the worsening sea

A relentless outburst of desperate cries
Fighting the force of the cloudy sighs
And the seas whip up a daring wager
To all who seek the thrill of danger

Teasing and testing the brave and bold
Icy waves, so strong and co...

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EDGE 1

EDGE 1

 

Journey to a place that is the edge, edge of the ocean right here, right now.

Not sea, not land, edge of the ocean is where this is at,

on every landmass on planet earth, no exceptions.

Always in movement, in touch with the moon is the tide, on cliff, on beach.

A wetness attacking the dryness, now as it has before,

the story of a billion years before our eye...

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A Sea Poem

 

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Deep within me  
lay a sea poem 
of long ago;
 
where air is fresh 
but blusters wildly
when southerlies blow, 
 
slick and slimy 
mud between the toes- 
mangrove's brackish home.
 
Whitecaps dance 
in the open channel 
close to where corals grow.
 
But further than the distance
of childhood ...

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Cromer

the sea is rattling bones today

and the wind holds my ears to ransom

for want of a scarf and a hat

 

she is walking on the promenade

and wants no part of the play

 

so I am talking to the man on the pier

with the rods and ask

“what’s your game?“

 

whiting

and if he’s lucky

bass

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Waves (A Final Letter Home)

I lie and let the waves wrap 'round my feet,
As midnight skies perform the second act,
Where black and blue so effortlessly meet
And force the waters cold around my back.
I feel the sand bequeath my buried toes;
To let the grit defy my sodden skin
And as the open door to my soul grows
I let the frothy waters trickle in.

The moonbeams push my head into a daze
And buckle up t...

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Across the sea

The wind that blows
in a breath of time
has no borders,
as it sings new ways
like flickering waves
across the sea.

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