"vadnais" poems
Young girls, there were two, in boots, pink and blue,
standing near the cold, angry sea,
Shouting over the wind,
giggling at the sea and the world of us,
and dreaming of life to come.
And for all that surrounded them
they were all that was good and precious and worthy
to be held as shining.
And though we will fail them and they us
we should not forget them, diminish them
for they were all we will ever be on that day
When the cold, green Atlantic raged before their play.
© E. C. Vadnais
Apr 9, 2017
Apr 9, 2017 at 2:10 PM UTC
A ship passed to sea
in sunlight on cloudless water
though ruffled sea-foam trailed behind,
and by chance I saw it before it was no more
forevermore gone to the open sea
away from me
who made it be
by observing it
pass through the sea.
© E. C. Vadnais
Apr 10, 2017
Apr 10, 2017 at 8:57 PM UTC
The sky hangs close in a shade quit blue,
And below the boys ride the waves,
And the surf crashes and rolls,
And someone laughs,
And someone yells – in joy,
And the young strut,
And the old remember,
And I observe,
Do be aware.
© E. C. Vadnais 2016
Aug 24, 2016
Aug 24, 2016 at 3:31 PM UTC