on foggy days
each rock makes promises
broken by waves
David Trudel (c) 2014
on foggy days
each rock makes promises
broken by waves
David Trudel (c) 2014
Filed under Haiku
Tagged as beauty, Broken Group Islands, fog, foggy days, haiku, Long Beach, rocks, tranquility, Ucluelet, waves
it was like drip
drip
drip
pulling tree essence
good intentions
into
down there
it was like respirations
of the Pacific
travelled in and out
drip
concentrated into
purity
water of forever
healed into clear drops
washed absolution
reconnected to a fresh return
of my own fluidity
eroding rock walls
drip
drip
drip
not a virtue
but necessary
as rain washes upper stories
into lower
drop by drop
changed by intentions
like I want to reach the sky
I express gratitude
causing molecular reconfiguration
I send a wave of prayers
into forever
I feel the forest upswell
meet water, wondered into magic
from formless transform
to magnificent
in time for just now
thinking
a wave has me tumbled
or a wave has tumbled
through this forest
to drown me
David Trudel © 2014
Filed under Poetry
Tagged as beauty, blank verse, creative writing, creativity, drip, erosion, free verse, inspiration, love, love poems, metaphor, poetry, transcendence, transformation, unrequited love, water, waves
tethered wind surfers
fly plunging between currents
lone footprints in sand
David Trudel (c) 2014
It is more fun to walk holding peacock feathers
Than not
Wielding talismans of plaintive cries
Feathered eyes of mystery
We proceed from cairn to cairn
Invoking spirits
Summoning intentions
Provoking curiosity
Then finding a nested perch above the sea
To chant vicissitudes into rhythms
Flowing into violet hues of a lowering dusk
Adding our breath to the incoming tang of a seabreeze
As drums throb
Seagulls wheel and exclaim their heartfelt longing
Below, lovers sit together on the rocks
Watching waves roll in
Relentlessly
Stillness is something to be rediscovered
In crowds and crowded lives
Each apprehension of tranquility a small victory
Over the distractions of temporary attractions
Find a horizon with a hole in it
To fall into or crawl through
Or merely to send an arrow of a thought
Singing integration with alpha omega
Singing to the falling sun and the rising moon
Singing to the unknown
Finding unity in the ragged chortle of waves falling ashore
Looking into the feathered eyes of peacock tails
To see your own soul
David Trudel © 2013
Filed under Poetry
Tagged as beauty, birds, blank verse, chanting, creative writing, creativity, environmentalism, feathers, free verse, Huna, inspiration, meditation, metaphor, metaphysics, mystery, natural history, peace, peacocks, poetry, tranquility, truth, universal peace, waves