Ocean Tourists | Mary Bone
White caps on the ocean
are a sight to see.
Colors of the water in the evening,
captures tourists eyes.
Green seaweed adds its own beauty-
a melting pot of scenery,
to the naked eye.
ocean poems
Weathering the Storms | Mary Bone
Watching the sun rise
over the horizon,
we had a beautiful
view of the ocean.
Children were finding
sea shells and other treasures
along the shore.
We had weathered many storms
before the sunshine
came our way.
Sidestepping Waves | Dah
Walking into the ocean,
I am pure wind,
not breath but wind,
not lungs but light.
I arrange shells like a jetty,
and scrap the sky from the water
until there is only the sea.
Pulled by the current, my reflection
is an otter
whose feet never touch bottom.
When I think of failure,
I think of sandcastles washed away.
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Vision Quest | Lenore Rosenberg
When the ocean rises, the seashore
disappears, the water never dousing fires
burning on in the beach. The white sands
are charred and black and the pretty little
girl freezes, howls caught in her throat.
When the earth is scorched by fires,
birds flee to other shores and bears
growl out of their caves, limited to
charred, bitter, exoskeletons of food,
their strength impaled, like the girl’s.
When she calls after the storm,
I strain to listen for fragments
of fear, my heart still aching after
all these years to make it better,
and my blind mind’s eye sheds tears