Friday, January 9, 2015

from Nostos Sensuous




                              vantage point


on all sides


clear

monotonous

cry


of gulls sweeping back

dappled-gray tears


blue sky

.

                              headland


yet no sweet home here

save the heart

buffeting

.

breaking of waves

that convoy unrequited

love cross every wind

.

swept rock

.

                              inlet

there—

sun pockets glistening crystals stranded


in small salty recesses
 
.
                     
                              on a sour note


hardly any


song to assuage

the bitter imminent


light sapping home sickness

.


                              transients at bay


ships huddled in harbor

masses anchored on quay.



                        

3 comments:

  1. Gorgeous. Particularly so having just spent an afternoon walking by the see: icy winds and much buffeting of the Dorset coast. Sea a very peculiar shade of green.

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  2. Thank you, Jonathan; one wondrous thing about living where we do is that we are never more than 30 minutes away from the coast--especially exhilarating in the windy off-season.

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  3. A wondrous thing indeed. Helps keep things in perspective, doesn't it.

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