- Non-Erotic Poetry
- The Tides 10
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inside with a fire burning, I lean on the windowsill -- head rested on my arms...
"Patterns Along the Shore"
The rattle of the wild wheat
Takes me away from my alpha state
To the dreams of reality
Painting the sand.
The wind came to visit last night
And stayed for sunrise,
Casting particles against the windows --
Drumming their polyphony
Into my mind.
Gusts of power blow
From the southwest storm.
Joyously, the roof dances
And the rafters sing.
Wrapped in blankets and sweaters,
I remember days like this
Spent outdoors
With elephants in my eyes.
But inside next door to Nature,
I hear the power of her heart
Beating at the cracks of my door --
Inviting herself in with fingers of powder.
The beach is pushed beyond reason.
Dunes' edge now awash with trees and kelp.
And yet, the wind overstays its welcome
To leave sand paintings amidst my thoughts.
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