The pearl shoals of dawn fog
rolled away with sunrise
like a brooding winter gray
roller when blue spring
skies appear. Chasing after
came schools of expansive snowy
fish, adorned with improbable
fins, curling and bristling.
Then coming rapidly apace, clouds
like white breakers chasing them
all further inland. It will be a hot day.
The ocean rises along
all our coasts sending picture
postcard announcements to these
many islands in advance. Learn to swim.
3 comments:
My apologies for being very quiet on this site as most of the time I am without Internet and my creativity has also been lacking a great deal. I do like this poem; especially the last stanza ends it on a nice note with some lovely imagery to go with it.
At times it sounds like when a weather presenter reads out the weather, this gives it a nice strong voice – perhaps can be viewed as a warning for what may end up in tragedy. What really does it for me is your strong voice and descriptive action-packed imagery and that makes this piece quite startling, surreal at times and vivid. Well done.
The last line is also effective: ‘Learn to swim’.
Thanks ;)
Thanks for finding it and welcome back also. Very much obliged for your remarks as always. I do believe you got this one nailed and I'm glad you liked that last line. It was my favorite one and that no doubt shows that I do have a dark side. LOL
I have revisited this poem and once again a good read.
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