River of Stones: One daily observation.
At last the long dreamed of rain came and quenched the thirst of the mesa.
dVerse~Poets Pub prompt: Surf
Surf
He stands up on hind legs
And rushs forward
To break against the shore
Shatters our bones
Shiny white
Across sandy beaches
Among shells lost
And sometimes found
We run to meet him
But he surrounds us
Pushes us down
Beneath the waves
Shatters our bones
And retreats
Leaving us lonely
Alone to wander
The sandy beach
In time he returns
Threatens and roars
To break upon the
Sandy shore once more
He scatters our bones
To be bleached
Shiny white
Glowing in moonlight
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We Write Poems prompt #65 Girl, Bed and Bear
- Girl – Bed – Bear
Girl, Bed and Bear
You sit upon my bed
Smoking even though
I have asked you not
The day is late
You speak your piece
Is there room for
What I have to say
This room seems too small
The air is foul
The windows shut
I slide my soul across the floor
Trace the watermarks
In rose printed wall paper
You see the tear upon my cheek
You place your hand upon my shoulder
You sit upon my bed
I have my say
I call you bear
annellannell 
I hear ya, Annelle… we were in a drought and have finally gotten caught up on some much needed rain.
ah powerful … shatters our bones and then retreats – he’s magical, isn’t he..?
Thanks for your comment! Yes he is! Annell Livingston HC 74 Box 21860 El Prado, NM 87529
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whew, powerful surf you have there..smashing us tossing our bones up to be bleached…and i agree he is….
An excellent personification of the surf–very fierce it can be, churning and pulling. I have to say the bear poem is my favorite, though. Very nice stuff, annell.
The surf is mighty and powerful indeed. Your verse flow was like the tide itself – strong, forceful and then retreating only to return full force once more.
Trace the watermarks
In rose printed wall paper
You see the tear upon my cheek
You place your hand upon my shoulder
You sit upon my bed
I have my say
I call you bear
Intriguing and humanizing. Between the bleached bones and the bear I look forward to reading more.
If you’re a mesa girl, this meet-and-greet with the surf is a fine imaginary baptism. I was in it yesterday near Cocoa Beach, and it still sings in my bones, sighing yes to this poem.
I love the photo of the girl, bed and bear – and your poem is truly wonderful. I especially loved “I slide my soul across the floor”. I so know the feeling in man-woman interactions when the room gets too small and you dont feel you can be heard. But I really like the love and hopefulness in the man putting his hand on her shoulder when he sees her tears. There is hope, after all.
I liked that too. Thanks for reading and comment. Annell Livingston HC 74 Box 21860 El Prado, NM 87529
annell@taosnet.com http://www.annelllivingston.com http://www.somethingsithinkabout-annell-annell.blogspot.com https://annellannell.wordpress.com
Annell, all three of your pieces of writing remind me both of the fragility of human life and its fierce desire to continue. The rain brings most wanted nourishment to the landscape, but the surf can be absolutely treacherous to our frailty. And the human heart must venture pushing its soul across the floor of its own awareness. Love all of it,
Elizabeth
Thank you so much dear Elizabeth.
How are you doing? Annell Livingston HC 74 Box 21860 El Prado, NM 87529
annell@taosnet.com http://www.annelllivingston.com http://www.somethingsithinkabout-annell-annell.blogspot.com https://annellannell.wordpress.com
Loved all!
hibernation revisited
Maybe there’s some advantage to a foggy brain (mine I mean) because in both surf and girl-bed-bear poems I can visualize the geometry of your drawings/paintings, that simplicity of pattern (almost well behaved), like a landscape is, broad and wide – then (especially with the gbb poem) it rises up at the end, reveals something yet unseen but that was there all the time. (Too long a sentence, huh!) Very visceral, how your poems feel, reading them.
Interesting pairing too. “He stands up on hind legs”, then, “I have my say/I call you bear”. Not the same poems, but interesting imagining. All good.
neil