Dust

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You hold your head high

on a neck stiff with the starch of arrogance;

you may live at an elevated altitude,

but your collar is as blue in the shade as any other,

your substance is as much dust as mine.

If you will own your weaknesses,

embrace the molecules

which bleed when torn,

perhaps –

perhaps our souls could

fill the same sea,

our waves could curl on distant shores

and make of foreign pebbles

a new form of

dust.

Lines Drawn in the Sand

Your branches rake the sky,

impotent fingers curled in grave-clothes

clutching pipe dreams of the Living Ones.

Your skin has long since

ceased to hold its contents,

draining your life’s blood into the sea

before being spewed onto the sand,

a jinxed Jonah, a shrivelled mummy with no sphinx

to mark your place.

In life,

you hatched egrets and expelled oxygen

and marked the seasons with your foliar calendar.

In death,

here you are,

washed up,

a beached whale

whose art is a shadow,

 lines drawn in the sand…

Sea of Roses

Drowning in a sea of roses,

Petals are what wave composes,

Surf and swell a thorny stem,

Buds and leaves form briny gem.

*

Davy Jones holds rosy key,

Bounding main in rosy sea,

Soul surrenders to the foam,

Surging breakers call hearts home.

*

This poem marks the 200th I have written since May, when I started writing poetry in earnest….

As Pounds the Surf…

I love the ocean.  I love its proportion, its perspective, its presence.

Its raw power…

“But mightier than the violent raging of the seas, mightier than the breakers on the shore – the Lord above is mightier than these!” Psalm 93:4 NLT

And that, my friend, is beautiful…

The Beauty of Nature

I don’t think there is anyone alive who would deny that true beauty can be found all around us – you just need the eyes to see it.  It is in the air around us, invisible and delicious in its compounded molecules.  It is in the sky – dancing in cloud formations, taking wing with birds in flight.  It is on the ground, laughing in the soft grass, singing in vegetables and fruits as they grow.  It is under the earth, in the riches and ores that fuel our function and feed our vanity.  It is thundering in a waterfall, riding a rainbow, painting a sunset, calling from cliff to sea.  God’s gracious and astoundingly creative fingerprints cover every detail; from the flagellum of a bacterium, to the ice- fire trail of a comet, there is much to see, smell, ponder.

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Where do you see beauty in nature?