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Poetry – Sea Fever

IMG_0511I must down to the seas again, for the call of the running tide
Is a wild call and a clear call that may not be denied; 
And all I ask is a windy day with the white clouds flying,
And the flung spray and the blown spume, and the sea-gulls crying.
                                                   --John Masefield

Valentine’s Day Poem

The fountains mingle with the river
And the rivers with the ocean,
The winds of heaven mix for ever
With a sweet emotion;
Nothing in the world is single;
All things by a law divine
In one spirit meet and mingle.
Why not I with thine?—See the mountains kiss high heaven
And the waves clasp one another;
No sister-flower would be forgiven
If it disdained its brother;
And the sunlight clasps the earth
And the moonbeams kiss the sea:
What is all this sweet work worth
If thou kiss not me?
—IMG_0836

Percy Bysshe Shelley, 1792 – 1822

via Valentine’s Day Poem.

Poetry- Water Under World

IMG_0456I wanted a shirtless lifeguard

at the waterpark to see me, so I leapt

from the flotilla of plastic innertubes

into the waist-deep canal, where spotlit

mummies craned animatronic                                                                                   necks.

He came. He rustled, furious,

from a plastic hedge and banned

me from the Lost River of the

Pharaohs for life.

 

-Hannah Faith Notess

Poetry

OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERAEulogy for the Costa Rican Ghosts

Knocking bamboo ushers in their moans.

Neither missing nor white,

they wonder who you are and what you are doing

and why life has left them and spared you –

imperfect as you are.

 

I feel their aching in the night air

their souls shaking in the tropical trees.

I remember their presence here

and bear them closer as time goes by…

my years stealing to inevitable death.

–Eileen Kennedy