by G. E. Shuman
(I jotted this down during my visit to the Rockland Maine breakwater last week.)
Salt sea scents
Calling birds
Slapping waves
All conjure words
Heightened senses
Soak up scenes
Foghorns echo
Distant dreams
Bouncing bouys
On floating foam
Clinging seaweed’s
Rocky home
Luffing sails
And clanging bells
Misty, rolling
Ocean swells
Swooping seabirds
Skim the sky
Wind-swept puffy
Clouds roll by
Distant islands
Fairly float
Just beyond
The white-sailed boats
Peaceful, place
Of sea smoke ghosts
Soothing souls,
Maine’s rocky coast
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3 comments:
I love it! I'm not sure why, but I especially like stanzas 3 and 5. I can envision the clinging seaweed on the rocks gently swaying with the water, as well as the swooping seabirds and puffy clouds.
Love it. Makes me yearn for our Maine vacation upcoming in August. Can't wait to see just what I have envisioned by reading your poetry. Well-done George :)
Thank you, Sweet Capture and Kristin.
You are both always so encouraging.
I love you guys.
George
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