Poetry Corner: At the seashore 

0

Here at the seashore

Surrounded by countless seashells

No one intrudes with a call

No one inputs a yell

 

The breeze

Windy and salty

Ever free

Ever blowing to freeze

Never ever been rude

 

The waves

Their wavy oscillating attitude

Constant and intrusive

Ever been weaving and rolling

Never waving a bye

 

The Coral reefs

Love only the platitudes

Live only for a period not so brief

Lie and lie and not want to die

 

The fish

Contented with its surroundings

Completely complacent

Commutes

Days unending

Tarries unending

To swallow hook, line and sinker

Into an ending

 

The Swan

The neck of the Swan

Protrudes

In routine inspection

It snatches the fish

In routine fashion

It cranes a neck outstretched

Like the crane

 

The Canoe

It lingers

Lazily it anchors in readiness

As it anchors on the latitude

As it conquers the hisses and the dews

It dances to a wheezing tune

 

The fisherman

He has fortitude

A lot of it

The fishmonger

She curries favour

Only a little bit of it

 

The fisherman and the fishmonger

Collude

To pollute the seashore

Before leaving the shores

Of the poor ocean

 

The squatter

And the sand winner

Destroy the shores

In droves

Calling the spade a winning partner

 

The fishing net sees it all

But it believes in servitude

 

Solitude!

Says the moon shell

Multitude!

Suggests the sand

Magnitude!

Claims the ocean

Gratitude!

Impresses the fish

The lobster

The shrimp

Amplitude!

Amply implied in the horizon

 

The Sun

It has daylight

It rests horizontally

It emits vertically

But seems at peace with the ocean

 

The man

The woman

Hardly covered

They love a bare attitude

They root for Adam and Eve

Less of cover

More of skin

 

Here at the seashore

With ships in view

With fins in the big Blue

With wings in the sky blue

It is crude

It is rude

To be caught naked

…in the nude

 

Leave a Reply