#coast
it'd be a life that you and i know if we collect seashells at the coast
counting fishes in the sea especially those with a gray back
May 19
May 19, 2026 at 5:49 PM UTC
Water will continue to flow,
Even when a rock blocks it,
With time even the calmest flow,
Will break the rock sat upon its floor.
Its the nature of matter,
To flow and explore the lore,
Of life and the infinite,
Ever flowing ocean.
At the coast of river,
Block the route of forever,
The rock was of the stone.
Once shaped the path,
Now blocks on the bay,
Time saw none and paved way.
Apr 16
Apr 16, 2026 at 12:28 PM UTC
When I lie here away from the beach
Distant from crashing waves
Humming crowds and sun beams
The world is far off and time is local
Only the coastal breeze and the romantique calls of seabirds
The trees sway above my head
Ants work in the grass beneath my feet
Pelicans ride the faint sound of the ocean
The shores of heaven surely are not
Where sand and shell and seaweed gather
But here, up and above the edge of the deep
Where life and breath pervade the air
Mar 29
Mar 29, 2026 at 1:02 AM UTC
Tires hum, backs are bent
clouds of words drift along:
cyclists skirting along the sea
They pedal and talk
but don't smell
what I smell
don't look like I look
They sweat out fragrances
repeat their fiddle-faddle in monologues
They feel important
Mar 16
Mar 16, 2026 at 3:14 AM UTC
Y’know the West of Ireland coastline gets an awful bollocking from the weather every Autumn/ Fall
We get the tail end of all those hurricanes in the Carribbean when they cross the Atlantic
They often do a lot of damage, wind damage, eroding the coastline, floods…. trees down, power cuts
They cause a lot of distress
Luckily for me I live on the East coast so we don't get it half as bad
I was thinking one day if I was ever living over in the West of Ireland
Of course, I'd be the local “Artist in Residence”
Maybe after a few storms and the locals morale had been severely tested
Maybe they'd come up to my house one day and say
“You're an artist, is there anything you can do for us, to give us a boost, to give us some heart in the face of such calamitous events
I’d nod my head and say”Leave it with me I'll see if I can think of anything"
A week or two later I’d tell them to come up to the house
I'd take them out to the garage and then I'd announce “I've done a sculpture”
The sculpture would be covered by a cloth
I'd grandly unveil it
It'd be a fist lying on its knuckles with its middle finger extended
It'd be very heavy in weight but would have wheels attached
The locals would look at me mystified as if to say”What is it ?”
I'd say”I call it…yea! I call it Defiance
Whenever a Big Storm is forecast then wheel it down to the end of the promenade, right to the end
So that it's looking right out over the ocean
The wheels retract and it's very heavy, it's unmoveable... unshakable
So when the storm hits and is raging, the Finger it'll be there raised …in defiance
Jan 30
Jan 30, 2026 at 1:51 PM UTC
traveled along the coast, time was making its hostile moves
it wasn’t nighttime when we gazed at the stars
it is easier to fly than have a good night sleep
seasons told us to go to motion pictures [the new Avatar movie]
to our home cultures
to produce greater versions of ourselves
called “holy minds await in time”
also we were addicted to watermelon chewy
we walked, along the highway
it is fearful in the quiet times of the streets
this is the allergy
it makes us wake at 7am or never sleep till 5am
these splittings know themselves, just them and me; theirs, ours
that ratio: me to not-me with hideous tea inspiration
and when the darkness covers like a quilt
this week was existential and fun
Dec 28, 2025
Dec 28, 2025 at 5:35 PM UTC
they mark their invisible boundaries by the coast
moist air fills the lungs leaving an aching throat
we say it is a part of our world
yet they should be on their own undisturbed
they grace us with their presence
filling the coast with blessings
{i Took
a smooth shell that sparks like dusk
buries within fine thin dust uncrushed
now living in a corner within the books}
though they are tarnished from their purest form
they wash into our world like dawn
mother with silken hands that’s warm
i Refuse
the world that burns cold
with a legacy building on others’ doom
for i am an alien that Cruises
all far and about with a primal desire
they may speak sweet and serene
but they can roar and conquer
bestowing swift death like a reaper
they hug
my feet that’s just inches away
soothing the beats that’s ruined and astray
legs moving till i can no longer reach the ground
i drown
within the other realm of purity
they embrace
the cuts the wounds from the other side
the world calls it death by water
but i call it a return to my origin.
Aug 28, 2025
Aug 28, 2025 at 7:56 AM UTC
I wait and wait
and wait for the turn of the brine tide
and bored, I turn and wait no more.
I walk back home,
with a wooden fork
and open vinegared chips.
Sep 30, 2023
Sep 30, 2023 at 7:34 AM UTC
I am a soft sandal
You are pebble beaches
I am a lace parasol
You are brutal high gales
I am a yellow sundress
You are sudden hail stones
I am scented sunscreen
You are cumulus clouds
I am Mr Whippy
You are a cloud of gulls
You are relentless
But I will adapt
Jul 26, 2023
Jul 26, 2023 at 5:05 PM UTC
The silver moon
falls
from sight
as the rising tide
kisses
adjacent piers.
The cool morning
rests
over the gentle bay
as clouds
commute
covering the light of day.
Brown thrashers rhythmically
mimic
stolen song
as they
traverse
the canal.
Barefoot toes
roam
freely
frequenting familiar
footpaths.
Minute minnow mouths
toy
with the bait
bobbing
the cork.
Experienced hands
handle
seafood
adopting its scent
while the blue *****
boil
into crimson.
Afternoon showers
cool
the earth
as a mysterious moon
lowers
the tide.
Night
falls
again
in Mississippi.
Jun 6, 2023
Jun 6, 2023 at 4:21 PM UTC
The weak sun and clouds
A blanket from the back seat
It's your warmth I miss
Seagulls are massive
Intrepid and audacious
I carry the scars
Wrinkled and 60
From another century
Nothing has changed
One expensive stamp
Short missives over Assam
Wishing you were here
May 5, 2023
May 5, 2023 at 5:24 PM UTC
The second best place, I find,
to cry openly undetected,
thereby avoiding unwanted
concerns, is a pier.
You won't stick out, as staring out
to sea isn't that uncommon
and tears are a typical reaction
to the sting of salt on the breeze.
Fellow pier folk will leave
you be, alone with the past
and the uncertain sea.
Jul 6, 2022
Jul 6, 2022 at 3:20 AM UTC
seconds are drops of water in a river.
everyone starts at the top,
and according to many,
we can only coast with the waves,
following their path until the end,
and the river cannot be moved -
no matter what happens.
but how can the river stay on course
when torrential, destructive hurricanes
dislodge debris and soil from the ground?
when the path is blocked,
the river has to pave its own way.
Apr 6, 2022
Apr 6, 2022 at 10:22 PM UTC
I woke up
before the sun did.
Purple darkness blotted my vision
as I rolled out from under the
warm comforter.
The cold air seeped
through my sweater
the closer I padded to
the window.
Parting the curtains a crack,
I looked out to the parking lot
of the motel.
Thick, greenish-white mist
enveloped the pine trees
and the lonely car shop
across the street.
It was like looking through
a frosted glass shower door.
Fog comes on little cat feet?
More like huge tiger paws.
The paws of a white tiger,
looking for lost prey.
Too bad for the tiger,
I'm too smart to get lost.
Nov 2, 2021
Nov 2, 2021 at 12:17 AM UTC
I crest the sand dune
breath catching in my chest.
A sigh of relief,
my eyes consume the sight.
The ocean is so blue.
So vast.
So loud, yet
quiet. White noise.
Joy bubbles up into my chest,
onto my smiling lips
and squinting eyes.
My senses buzz with satisfaction.
The smell of sunbaked sand,
of the salty ocean air on my tongue.
The wind is cold and the sun is warm.
The sand, scalding hot on
the surface, but cool once
I bury my feet deeper.
Peoples voices and seagulls calls
are muted by
the waves crashing against the shore.
The weightless blue sky,
The deep blue ocean,
and the soft white sand.
Simple enough, but
I can't look away
and I want to stay.
Oct 11, 2021
Oct 11, 2021 at 2:30 AM UTC
the night cracks the sun
like an egg into a pan
over the ocean
Aug 23, 2021
Aug 23, 2021 at 8:30 PM UTC
The Cornish shore …
Where golden sand lies next
To dappled grey granite rock,
Where the sea breeze sweeps
And the mussels flock,
Where the rock pools gather
And the small ***** patrol,
Where the white foam curls
And the breakers roll,
Where the sea birds call
And the salt spray stings,
Where the seaweed sunbathes
And the limpet clings,
Where a stream’s course meanders,
And reflects the azure sky,
Where a starfish gazes skywards
And white clouds go scudding by.
By all means take treasured memories,
But please take nothing more,
And leave nothing but your footprints
On this sacred Cornish shore …
May 8, 2021
May 8, 2021 at 1:08 AM UTC
I arose from a chamber off the ivory coast,
passed the rainforest before taking a float
A dip in the island valley,
I trod to the meadow cote
Listened to the humming birds,
singing a halo note
Mar 22, 2021
Mar 22, 2021 at 1:52 PM UTC
My life my life my life my life, in the night time ...
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Watching the skylines in the night time...
Nighttime(2x)
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Ideas run wild in the night time...
Nighttime (2x)
Thoughts expand wide in the night time...
Nighttime (2x)
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Just peace & love & hours(4x)
My life my life my life my life, in the night time...
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Feel when I feel , what I feel, when I feel, what I’m feeling
In the night time...(2x)
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Write when I write, what I write, when I write, what I written
In the night time...(2x)
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Mar 15, 2021
Mar 15, 2021 at 9:24 PM UTC
We've sailed cerulean seas to pastel shores,
Known only to the glorious few,
We have disembarked, ready to explore,
As our lone ship waits slumbering in view
of the glorious bay. Light paints daybreak
across the sky. We see the rising sun
through imagined jungle—and hesitate:
The image lingers, but it must be done,
Eyes close. Toward the interior we turn
remembering, and hoping to return.
Oct 13, 2020
Oct 13, 2020 at 6:22 PM UTC
Green nights dusted newly fallen leaves
tumbling about aimlessly
in the mid-autumn breeze
creating pathways to the unknown
Deeper woods trailed sea salt skies
Smells linger of
forgotten books, hollowed trees
midnights up past sunrise
Stars twinkled above
A guiding path for all
of adventure that awaits
In the mountains to the coast
Oct 1, 2020
Oct 1, 2020 at 8:55 AM UTC
Sea stars, urchins and anemones
ride the tidal waters at Rialto Beach
swirling into shallow pools -
clad in shades of blue, emerald and violet.
Gnarls of ancient driftwood line the beach
up to the rainforest’s edge just beyond the rise.
Pulsing waves dash and roar against the sea stacks
where the Pacific adjoins the California shore.
Legions of seagulls circle above
piercing the misted air with their cries
and the tide, beckoned by the Sky Queen,
begins to ebb and regain the open sea.
As the sun sinks into the western sky –
the towers of Split Rock and Hole in the Wall
are silhouetted against the horizon
pasteled in gold, orange and burgundy hues.
Gray whales and dolphins breach the surface
before plunging into the sacred depths
where the ocean beats pulse on and on -
sounding resonant cadences
through timeless hallows of infinity.
Aug 24, 2020
Aug 24, 2020 at 6:16 PM UTC
Sea oats rustling
As salty gales drive ashore
Forever dancing
Aug 18, 2020
Aug 18, 2020 at 10:15 AM UTC
pilgrims, nomads, sentinels against the fury of the coast:
backs bent sidelong,
straining, still,
they sway with loving ease under the eye of that relentless ghost.
the ocean draws its breath.
that salt-stained silhouette of shore under a frosted glow:
a mirror pool,
watchful gaze.
thunderclaps of memory accost the tidal mouths below.
she smiles in her sleep.
in dreams aquatic, giants, titans cry their hopes and fears alike:
the air collapses,
crystalline.
the column pauses, dreading, waiting in anticipation for the strike.
and yet, the dawn arrives.
May 25, 2020
May 25, 2020 at 6:31 PM UTC