The Soul of the Sea

I remember, at the age of four,

a violent storm that blew outside

like nothing else upon this earth –

when I was taken near high tide

to feel that force of Nature’s birth.

Within the shelter of the land

the trees would sway and whip and sigh,

below the dark and dreary sky.

Before the beach a bank stood high,

with us behind, within its lee;

we climbed to face the deafening roar

and fought to stand upon the shore,

and saw the savage sea.

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Far offshore great mountains boomed,

crashing in heaping boiling whites,

spray streaks pulling through the air –

bright in the green and purple light.

The salty blast blew through my hair,

blew through my clothes like paper, soaking

my face, my eyes, and stinging my nose.

I shuddered, cold from scalp to toes,

in awe as Nature’s violence rose.

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And here I am in silent air,

nothing moving in this room,

trapped in a timeless, heavy gloom.

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But I remember being there,

and once again I long to be

a shaking figure fixed before

a mighty storm upon the sea

with huge waves crashing on the shore.

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And I will see that storm arrive,

my feelings swelling with its rise,

a fire burning in my eyes,

insignificant beneath tremendous skies,

the Atlantic blast beating through me,

a smile behind my wild eyed stare,

knowing that I should be there –

a part of Nature, with Nature in me,

alive in that moment, with the soul of the sea.

The Path (A Big Triku Poem)

Prickly gorses brown

and grey – flowering yellow

by the blue green sea.

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And in between an earthy

path that dips and weaves with stones and shells,

heading through my memory.

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Close, far, elusive

as a star, sublime. Other

place and place in time.

The House by the Sea

Winter leaves a land

of still anticipation,

bathed in orange light.

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Biscuits, coffee, nestled in

his ship – a cutter perched on rusty

barrels, small before the sun.

~

A nearby nest of lanes – the garden

done, she heads to yellow flames, as coldness comes,

and cuts, and the colours merge to grey.

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And as they sink within the

night, I think of them, the single house,

the trees and whispering sea.

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When I return, the

smiles will be warm, and I will

find a part of me.

Big Triku ‘Winter’s End’

I had time to think,

standing by the sea. My main

challenge is clear – me.

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Suddenly, I feel full of

hope. I know what to do, to become

the person I aspire to.

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But first I shall stay,

to be one with this world of

passing winter grey.

Big Triku ‘Two Little Boys’

Two little boys on

a beach, comparing the gifts

that nature gave them.

~

We should wish them well. But if,

once they grow, they stay on that beach? Some

things should be kept from their reach.

~

Lest they hurt others

squabbling with their toys, find the

right jobs for those boys.

Big Triku ‘The Lovely Wall’

I love our garden

wall, glowing warm in evenings,

sheltered from the wind.

~

I hope new walls are also

adorned with wisteria flowers,

honeysuckle and jasmine.

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With sunny arches

filled with the laughter of friends,

as bees wonder round.

Big Triku ‘Overstimulation’

Silver purple night –

same light that barely traced a

paltry evening disk.

~

Ceaseless resonance of sea.

Clear oystercatcher call travels through

this cool amphitheatre.

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Clarity of mind,

fine-tuned, no longer blinded,

sensing inner self.