Shore

Here’s an older poem of mine that I believe fits the new poem spark:

Shore

Against the clear light, the fresh touch of sky,
the wind from the ocean filters sand into dunes,
lights the tongues of waves that taste the people swimming.
Each second a moment is washed ashore,
ground white as sand and as clean
though the water is green,
and the dune grass is green
and the seaweed on the few gray rocks is green
as a swimsuit, wet as the far horizon in the noon hour,
bright with the blue that blankets this side of the world,
and lit with the rushing surf
on the beach of a day
precious and just as rare as a good dream.

If you get to lie there and see it, this moment,
if you get to wait until sunset and watch the sky turn midnight
when there are more stars than specks of sand on the beach,
on any beach on this world all put together,
you might see a few constellations
peer down: the belt of Orion,
the arrow of Sagittarius that points to the wishes
washed in with high tide.

It is not as surprising as you think to see the stars.
Across the earth a few of us notice and wonder
and possibly across the galaxy where light foams against time
to stretch into other systems
there could be someone who sees stars
at night, when their sun is asleep
and their tides are low
and the curtain of day has been swept aside
by the turning of a planet no human has stepped on,
where perhaps the sand is green
and alive
and made of trillions of creatures who wait for the next tide
to wash them home to shore.

Poem Spark Aug. 20-Sept. 3: Sci-Fi Poems (and Fantasy, too)


Greetings fellow poets!

Sorry for the delay folks, but since I broke my ankle, I’ve been a tad bit behind on my duties. However, I’ve had the idea for this poem spark brewing ever since Poets.org featured Poems about Aliens on their front page.

I quite liked Kunitz’s poem, The Abduction. It has a sort of haunting grace about it. The narrative easily bears you along as you read the story, reveling in what is not said as much as what is.

Then there’s Hayden’s [American Journal], which is as much an experiment in language as the idea of extraterrestrial life is an experiment of the mind. The poem combines both in a way that is familiar to the American culture.

I’m sure there are many more poems that involve pieces of the unfamiliar cosmos, as well as the dark recesses of fantasy that lurk in the mind. Here’s your chance to share your own experiments.

Your task this spark is to write a Sci-Fi or Fantasy poem. Keep it as unreal as possible. The sky’s the limit!