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red roses scattered

the shore a silent witness

gulls keen overhead

 

 

David Trudel       © 2014

 

 

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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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Skydiving

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

 

 

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Gulls

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

 

 

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Harbour

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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Birdground

18729_10151359427317036_2084155226_nWeathered 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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