I
coming to sea cliffs
the off-shore breeze raises
a flower fragrance
coming to sea cliffs
escaping from my old life
what awaits in mist
the off-shore breeze raises
the mist dissipates slightly
the waves roll to shore
a flower fragrance
mingles with kelp and decay
dead fish lies on sand
II
curving with the land
a rainbow of clouds
moves out to sea
curving with the land
I watch the horizon form
as mist fades away
a rainbow of clouds
with sunrise colors appear
driving away dark
moves out to sea
the darkness, seagulls, and waves
I watch the world form
~Cie~
Notes:
Once again I thought of my story, The Legend of Seacliffe, and it's protagonist, Randal Messana. The poem allows readers to see through his eyes. (Or, as I initially spelled it, to sea through his eyes.)
Here is my first poem in what I am now calling the Seacliffe Series.
The "sleighs" of these Troiku were composed by Jane Reichhold (1937 - 2016). I am responsible for any unruly "horses."
The "sleighs" of these Troiku were composed by Jane Reichhold (1937 - 2016). I am responsible for any unruly "horses."
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