30 poems in 30 days…poof, April is done.
Today’s poem was inspired by the art I saw carved in the sand on my walk today and the power of fleeting experiences.
Swoops and swirls
scratched in the sand
transform the expanses of low tide
into a canvas
The view from above
reveals a seascape
nautilus shells and giant kelp
dwarfing people who mill around
brushstrokes along the shoreline
Like voices spoken into the wind,
laughter shared between friends,
the magic is elusive
rising tides erase each mark
washing the canvas
into the sea
Though seemingly temporary
leave trails in our brains
and on our hearts
A canvas wiped clean
for reimagined creations
sand and sea
is time enough
to make a mark
A weekend with a horrific shooting at a local synagogue and today’s unexpected downpour created a feeling of gray that seemed to seep through the bones into the soul.
On the second to the last day of National Poetry Month, here is my poem for the day.
Searching for Blue
Some days feel like
crawling through a tunnel of gray
sides pushing in
restricting each breath
breathe in, breathe out
I search for a crack
a break in the tunnel
a space where light
brightening the sky
where streaks of blue open paths
to hope and possibility
Though it’s still April, we’re already dealing with what will soon become May gray. It’s that pervasive marine layer that characterizes spring and early summer here in Southern CA. But we really can’t complain. The weather is mild and the ocean always welcomes.
Today I noticed the royal terns hanging out on the beach. Before I knew what they were, I called them Groucho Marx seagulls. They have big dark eyebrows and a bright orange beak. Distinctive, distinguished, comical.
Today poem is a Haiku…short and sweet.
Groucho Marx eyebrows
atop orange beak and white wings
shore birds entertain