Poem: Cloudy Shore

 

Cloudy Shore

 

walk the shore, an arthritic dog,

each footfall births a crater.

wind strums a murmur of galaxies

to ponder many lives

in pores of immense, fickle grey-blue surfaces.

what is the dog

to the multitudinous cheeks of the beach?

to the instantaneous liquid crinkles 

squinting by the thousands

from the ocean?

 

the skyline intoxicates dark.

a nimbostratus of hullaballoo.

wind always seduces quite well

to incite such stampedes, 

full of measureless, quested drops of rain.

the storm encompasses sand and ocean,

and even the ponderous dog.

it renders the beast's lonely trek fervent 

and baptismal.

 

for an hour or more, the storm conducts

its chuckles of playful grey fire,

until finally a gale liberates 

the last wisp of sunset, and so 

the dog, 

shivering after such numbing sheets,

wanders home.

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8/26 ... what a misery, not really a grim death poem, though

4/27/24 mods

8/11  ... lots of edits for flow and intensity 

3/19 "fervent" replaces "fervid"

3/3/23  ... many internal mods, hours after posting... grim death poem

yes, i'm the dog, what a surprise to no one