red roses scattered
the shore a silent witness
gulls keen overhead
David Trudel © 2014
red roses scattered
the shore a silent witness
gulls keen overhead
David Trudel © 2014
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Tagged as beauty, birds, depression, gulls, haiku, inspiration, loss, love, mystery, roses, seagulls, Willows Beach
leaves growing green
deeper than lost shadows
birdsong soundtrack
bleached driftwood sleeping
blanketed by swaying grass
a chorus of frogs
the pull of the beach
an ocean mesmerized
toes curl in the sand
blossoms punctuate
this animated landscape
spring revelation
intertidal echoes
resonate against the sand
gulls soar overhead
David Trudel © 2014
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Tagged as beaches, beauty, blossoms, driftwood, environmentalism, frogs, gulls, haiku, inspiration, inter-tidal, sand, seagulls, spring, springtime, tranquility, wildlife
pressed against nothing
the gull balances its soaring inclination
with the inevitability of gravity
holding onto a fixed moment
perched on wind
comfortably as on a branch
then tips forward
slipping
into motion
David Trudel © 2013
Filed under Poetry
Tagged as beauty, birds, blank verse, creative writing, creativity, environmentalism, free verse, glaucus winged gulls, gulls, metaphor, natural history, poetry, seagulls, wildlife, wind
These gulls are larger than the ones you see downtown
Feeding on binscraps of bloated tourist food
This trio are bypassing the city and heading up the coast
To tidal pools and tidelines where they’ll feast on authenticity
Now they pause to carousel a thermal
Corkscrewing in circle drifts
A fourth transcends out of the clouds and joins in
I look away for an instant
When I look back they have vanished
Into the gray sameness overhead
David Trudel © 2013
Filed under Poetry
Tagged as birds, blank verse, clouds, environmentalism, free verse, gulls, metaphor, natural history, poetry, seagulls
It’s passing offshore
Silhouetted against the far peaks
Everything seems to be some shade of blue or grey
Except for the lightening silver of tossing waves
It’s some kind of warship from the naval base
Keeping the peace and doing a fine job
Since it’s nothing if not peaceful here today
Freshmowed lawns roll from road to rocks
Under the snapping flag that illuminates the breeze
The park is littered with dedicated benches
Each plaque a shorthand biography in brass
Seagulls cry and play in freshening gusts
Childs play for them after yesterday’s gale
I inhale virgin air off the Pacific
Cleansed by the long journey from that further shore
Dandelions and daisies cross stitch the lawn
One lone sailboat heels into the wind, making time
A young mother with a sports stroller airs out her child
Barely noticing the view as she texts and talks
And stares at the phone clutched talisman tight
The gulls upswell into a formation of imprecision
Looking for balance points where they hover briefly
Then it’s slip, slide and goodbye
In the parking lot cars come and go
Most doors never open
As this seems to be a place to wolf down a quick meal
Or a quick smoke
The warship slows and heads for port
Belching smoke as she powers down
I sit and watch a crow waddle across a grassy corner
At first tentative and hesitant it scares up worms to deftly swallow
Stopping occasionally in a prime location to feast
Like a teenager with a side of fries
A swathe of slate grey clouds push forward
Inner city sidewalk clearing in their youthful bluster
So I leave the bench and spring behind
When I turn to look, the crow has gone
While the gulls continue their resonant entreaties to the wind
David Trudel © 2013
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Tagged as beauty, birds, blank verse, crows, environmentalism, Esquimalt Harbour, free verse, inspiration, metaphor, natural history, naval base, parks, poetry, sailboats, Saxe Point, seagulls, spring, tranquility
Weathered branches of a deadling tree
Play perfect perch for a trio of crows
Who fling themselves windsliding
Towards a freshet spilling onto lowtide sands
Further up and out seagulls work marginally
Beaking clams and mussels
They ascend just high enough
To jettison their dirty war prisoners
Shattering them on the rocks
Where’ll they’ll pick up the pieces
Out in the harbour two sailboats
Tack back and forth
Looking languid from here but on board its controlled frenzy
Hitchhiking a natural passage through wind and wave
Tight lines and sightlines and pressure being brought to bear
Higher still, thermal spiraling an eagle observes
Soars on and dematerializes into the blue
A moment of active serenity, observed
David Trudel © 2013
Image by the author (iPhone 3G)
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Tidal pools wait
Waves churning against the rocks
Anticipating
Seagulls slide the wind
Crying hunger into space
Defiant gluttons
David Trudel © 2013
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Tagged as creativity, haiku, natural history, poetry, seagulls, tidal pools