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By J. Carlstad 2002 All around me are
the sounds of
the sea
squeaking, squirting oozing, whispering
rustling, crackling
life scrabbling, scuttling
under rocks closing up forming
a fortress against
unforgiving sun and air
until
the tide
has turned. Softly
sighing
waves
caress the shore receding rippling gently
breaking quietly upon
the sands embracing rugged
time-worn rocks until
the tide
has turned. Eagle
soars silently on
high soaring by
until the island forest absorbs his form into
the green
that is all around this gray bay.
Ferry Crossing – Aug 2 By J. Carlstad I’m
waiting, waiting For
the ways, the waters That
will part these waves For
me These
days Of
wonder, of doubt Of
fears, of joys Just
wanna shout Let
things just be Let
me be me A
need to share, to care This
soul, As
a whale surfacing, sounding in the Light
and air Diving
back into the depths Of
reality and necessities Life
bears Yeah
– feel the wind whip my hair As
I stand here and stare Away Far out to sea The
waves heave and sway Come
what may And
I’m waiting for the whales Seabirds
flock Pattering
across the waters Like
the time that’s rushing away These
days of wonder, of doubt Of
fears, of joys Just
wanna shout Let
things just be Let
me be me I’m
waiting for the whales And
I stand at the bow Searching
the spaces For
signs, for the traces Of
what I should do Who
I’ll be Earth,
sea, and sky Thor’s
hammer, my eyes Straining
to see what I’ll see These
days Of
wonder, of doubt Of
fears, of joys Just
wanna shout Let
things be Let
me be me And
I’m waiting for the whales…
By J. Carlstad Soft
pink flesh Flaking Succulent Delicious
aroma Arising
from the pan Tantalizing Tasty
morsels Fall
upon my plate Tempting Tastebuds,
memories, stories Tides
of time… “Don’t
horse it in” the
guide advised as
the salmon swirled through the water rounding
on the boat making
one last valiant stand before
being reeled in forever Guiding
Navigating
through the channels Teaching,
sharing, inspiring The
guide Stared
speculatively Across
open waters Speculatively
across life Maneuvering
through Moments,
mountains, memories Creating
memories in his own time In
ours… Beaming
rays through bronze clouds of evening twilight Raven’s
cry, peaks of blue Memories Misty
memories Sweep
in across the sands of my mind Creating
footprints of their own Across
heart and soul To
be eroded and swept away With
the waves of time And
yet Some… Some Remain
ever Like
grains of sand Rolling
in the waves, Warming
in the sun Drifting
with the wind Seething
beneath pelting rains Soft
pink flesh Flaking Succulent Delicious
aroma Arising
from the pan Tantalizing
tasty morsels Fall
upon my plate Tempting,
tasting, testing memories, stories Ocean
waters, islands, tides of time…
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