Moonstone Earring Triangle

The engaging southern light

above winter’s rip,

fiberglass clouds

hardened with ice

 

Chimney smoke,

lighter than December’s gray. 

Moonstone Beach,

waves peeling like wallpaper

 

Assuring myself

it’s not thundering,

I look for lightning,

only to hear the sea’s tuba

 

I watch sunrise setting fire

to foggy scenes,

wet sand sucks my feet.

A lone earring, buried

beneath the breakers

 

A woman, yogi, forms Triangle.

Covered in mist, she blends 

human with ocean with shells.

Straight up, her left arm

gathers moisture

 

The woman moves into Mountain

fingers plugged into blue,  

her eyes, fixed with solar beams,

remembering …

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from my unpublished manuscript:

Straightforward, No Chaser

first published in Oyster River Pages

Author's Note

This was written at Moonstone Beach,
south of Big Sur on Highway 1

The foto is of McClures Beach
©dah / dahlusion 2018

Reviews

[Willoby]

WOW! 'waves peeling like wallpaper' and 'I look for lightning, only to hear the sea’s tuba' are my favorite. I am transported in these words, to a beautiful overcast beach filled with mysticism in a mist of gray and blue. Thank you, DAH,
Willoby

[DAH]

Thank you, Willoby, for this fine critique!
Now I'm saying WOW!

Cheers,
DAH

[Eugi]

Stunning imagery and your words carry me to a magical world where "I watch sunrise setting fire to foggy scenes". A beautifully penned and mesmerizing piece, DAH.

I am also following you on WordPress.:)

[DAH]

Thank you, Eugi, for this lovely comment! And for the WP follow. Don't forget to download my two FREE pdf poetry books. Cheers!

[Eugi]

My pleasure! Yes, downloaded both books. Thank you.

[DAH]

Happiness is a warm download!

Looking forward ... !

[MOON]

Beautifully painted , descriptive beach stroll. Lovely

[DAH]

Thank you!

[Robert Trakofler]

well that is a painting and portrait of presence of ponderer portrait if ever I read one before. nothing feels greater then when you meld into the surroundings and follow its journey

[DAH]

To journey is to live, I mean to really live.

Happy journeys, my friend!

read moreTo journey is to live, I mean to really live.

Happy journeys, my friend!

Cheers,
DAH

[Pete]

whoa. a trifecta. started out chilling but quickly thawed. love the fiberglass clouds, waves peeling like wallpaper and sea's tuba - all the ingredients for a cool write. and oh, that powerful, mysterious woman of the sea ... :)

[DAH]

Pete, yes the mysterious, mystical woman ... just the two of us on this fabulous beach with the waves as loud as you can imagine.

Thank you for this lovely critique.

Cheers,
DAH

[jacob erin-cilberto]

love the wallpaper image...terrific personification in this...you make everything come so alive...
as Brandy sang.."my life my love and my lady is the sea"
she is beautiful...and the lone earring....she is still looking for her other, perhaps the reader might help her look.
j.

[DAH]

Thank you, jacob, and yes, please help her find the earring, and I'm honored by this critique.

Cheers,
DAH

[Ted Kniffen]

This is as good a poem about a walk on the beach as I have read. The scene is set perfectly. I know it's not summer. There's a coldness in the air, being December, but it is not completely freezing...smoke rises form chimneys, but it is still warm enough for a woman to do yoga on the beach. A fantastic line here, 'Covered in mist, she blends human with ocean with shells.'
Having spent many years travelling to the Outer Banks on vacations...in fact, returning next month...
many of your lines resonate...thinking 'I watch sunrise setting fire to foggy scenes'. I am envious.

A very good write, DAH

[DAH]

Ted, this is a fine critique. Thank you for the encouragement. You hit on some resonating lines. Love your perspective on this one!

Cheers,
DAH