Rural Oklahoma Museum of Poetry
Poetry of the People
Tag: ocean
The Bright Crest
You are the surf that rises to the bright crest of the day, the shell road at low tide and the moon above the bay.
Sand Handle
We pulled on the handle And went down to live with the crabs, Burrowing in four-feet deep To crusty water, the smell Of ocean death and pincher, Taste of ancestors crowding darkness, The message of being sunk Foundering us in the brine. I have…
Sea Lesson #4
Some want to swim To the horizon. Some want to float Near the shore. Waves carry, caress, Batter, prolong, Nourish, destroy.
Sea Lesson #3
The downed pines Heavy and mute In their destruction Are the path now, No stretch of sand, No line of seaweed Even.
Sea Lesson #2
I found Pluto on the beach. It nestled in seaweed clumps, Its loneliness revealed In its austere singularity Amidst the surf,
Sea Lesson #1
There you are deep inside, curved legs against shell, visible life in death brought to shore.
