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wavelet poems to the sea:
Rocking cradle of the world.. sunset stairway to the stars.. only by great masters trod... only written on by God. * Rain at sea... redundancy * Wavecarved caves in the seagirt rock.. have sculpted it into a seagulled rookery.. * We gave him a pitcher. He gave us the sea * The rock temple to Poseidon will in some millenium show crumbling, but the wavy sea will remain... as ever the ocean main. * The tide sent into the cleft of rock Neptune's polyfingered hand of welcome. * Without equal, each wave sequel. Land is for eagles. The sea is for seagulls * The ebbtide slowly recedes, but in that sweet leg of the sea tidepools, seaweed, shells sunsparks and driftwood.... are his legacy * The rain in Maine remains mainly in the main. * That sand not soon turn the beachfence into driftwood the artist designed a metal seat. * From the shore.. one looks upward to the sanddune grass..10,000 green brush blades trying to paint the blue sky jade* * Faster than any stylus squiggling.. can write the sun in the water wiggling... but when the sea is perfectly still.. it appears it was water which held the quill * Receives all arrows the universal quiver as the sea receives all lonely rivers * Daily the sea laves with tidal milk waves nursing in love her hungrymouthed caves * Today in their palate of many hues the sky and sea have 90 shades of blue * Little petstore goldfishes.. suffocating in the tiny plastic bag.. God set you free..into the sea.
Gentler than land's are the seasons of the seas.
Kidnapping karma has stolen me from the blue vistas of the sea...I weave now the plans of return. * Surfers delight in the motion of the angry waves of the ocean as neptune, king of the sea, delights in their mars. * Shadows of fishes play in the shallows above varying shades of abandoned shells. * Within a wavelaved rock fissure, God hid the fish from the kingfisher. * The rowboat's wake intersected the path of the morning sun upon the water... effort was squared to light * The sea mirror was framed by lobster traps.. until she rose and smashed them * A clamshell holds the seaswell.. Reflected in captured tide.. does Jupiter's light abide * Waterfall mist asked the sea 'when shall I return to Thee? ' * As artists long for blank canvases, as sealovers yearn for the blue space of the skysea, the Spirit longs to be uncluttered. * So many shades of blue from royal navy to aqua hue.. without the horizon ship one could not tell sky from sea. * Seacradle is fishes rocking among the rocks but she is slapping at fishermen's docks For the sun wearing daily a fresh foam frock helping God on all hearts to knock * The full moon lifts seawaves in joy, but only the sun can lift water drops out of the sea. * Blackberried tarts on white lace doilies are the seafoam framed ocean's dark rocks * Ships in bottles cannot sail, but messages unsealed from bottles do, and their words are meant most for those who find the script. * More than the stable shore God hallows the waving sea's shellshod shallows.
In the kinder world there surely no longer shall be shellfish shiv'd to shed their sheltering shells from the sea * Waves will rise in joy, they know soon toward the full moon of the longed for monsoon * Message in sea's bottles. Tidings in the tides. Time's rivers to the timeless sea glide. Every being will with God abide. * Cave carver tide.. a patient sculptor who abides * He is like the sea: on the surface bubbling with wave effervescence ... in the depths one with divine Everpresence * The sun's fireball has scattered embers in the sea, unquenched by her waters. for love can never be extinguished.
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Effervescence is to David P B We Gave Him A Pitcher is to C Lassell Rocking Cradle of the World is to Don and Pat Wilson Faster than Any Stylus Squiggling is to Mark Braunstein Receives All Arrows is to E Hubiak Blackberried Tarts is to Betsy Frost Poseidon Temple is to EL and NL
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Saiom Shriver
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