Musing Seaside Canticles
It is about solitude
In the wake
Of anchored foghorns
Over a voiceless pitch
Of baritone riptides.
Strumming undertows
Syncopate rhythmic currents
Fusioned in a clef
Of aqueous harmonies.
A soulful soliloquy
Of seaside stanzas.
Comments
Unknownwriter, thanks so much for the compliment.
rainfield, indeed, thank you.
Icy, thank you my friend.
Charity, so true and thanks.
Ratty, cool, thanks.
havenlei, thanks so much for your kind words.
Grace, lol, thank you, I do too.
Dr. Lauren, Thanks for visiting & commenting.
nice capture...so much nature's action
I too, have found the ocean my main source of inspiration. Always have, always will. It's where I feel most relaxed. Your poem is wonderful! ( of anchored foghorns over a voiceless pitch of baritone riptides...this part was excellent!!! beautiful choice of words.
bessye