Seeing
The sea reminded me not to see / but to breathe the swell / take in water as air / and waves as sand / to stand and know the / shape of shells by foot / not heart or hand / and learn to live anew / in every sense.
Flying Fish
I.To them the sky is as blue as the world from which they came:the flying fish, failing to wing the zephyrs that push the wavestoward the shore, reach and reach again in schools of finlikeeagerness to the light above, to the moment where the waterand wind end and meet like age-old comrades equally confusedbecause they are only fish—with wings, it seems—but whocan blame them for trying to be lik...
Swimming
There’s a place down by the coastThe road is narrow and windy,and for much of the drive you wonderis it going to be the last one?But when you get there, you seea goat, chewing grass by the side of the mountaingiant pebbles, whiter than lightAnd the sea, reflecting the sunrays and smell of thymeI jump in, and my body criesEvery thought washes away, back to the shoreback to the other pebbles, sof...
At Sea!
I’ve sailed on seas in all it’s different guises,There were mill pond calm East African waters, With bare an inch of movement andWhence the flying fishes performedTheir acrobatic feats for me alone.Above us the most astounding and outstanding Crimson, golden hues that take sunsetsTo another point, another time, an experienceNever to be displayed for me again.As far from that idyllic scene as it...
Natural Love
Ocean breezes washing away our daily stressesGolden sunlight beaming down, softly it caressesYour love it is so natural, indeed it so refreshesMy soul, my heart, my mind, it doesMy life it surely blesses
The Wander
I go down to the shore and wanderSand between my toesNatures fileA thousand tiny pearls, Yet to be made into sea glassYet to combine for a bigger goodGroup in its own artistic melodramaThe rotting sea wood scattered ashoreFrom many miles adriftTheir texture and personality a result of the smashing wavesPounding it lifeless despite its lack of beingI wander and wonder what stories they could tell
Caught in a Bioluminescent Maelstrom
If someone said to me, “If you could be anywhere in the world, where would you go?” I’d reply with “the Maldives, on an island at night under the beautiful stars and the glowing ocean with bioluminescent plankton”Because that’s the god honest truthAnd the true feeling I have in almost every fibre of my being is that I’m there & I made it, but I realise that I’m not standing on the island I...
My Family and Me
We’re going on a trip,My family and me,We’re going on a trip,To the sea.I hold my baby brother’s hand,As he sleeps on the way,My father is talking of his favourite band,My mind is far away. I’m thinking about the waves,How they caress the sand like my mummy’s gentle touch.I’m going to look for a cave,Then build a village out of sand with shops and cafes and such.I will run away from the water a...
Shoreside
The shallow, so warmFallen leaves past the oceanSlow hands in the tide
Oceans Rebirth
Water danced like snowflakesGraceful, steadyReady for the fallTo merge again with the earthAccepted back into the seaI couldn’t stop absorbingIts expansion of rebirthOf its changing beautyWhen the water flew to the cloudsTo come back to the groundI knew That somedayI would be An echo of its beauty
Redington Beach
& I sit, sippingice water &her lips, quelling thirst for fiery sun falling in eyes, deepas an oceanside sunset. a saxophonist, lulling soulsinto the place onlyflying gulls& free balloons float, plays notesthat tango like candlelightdancing withtwilight; it was twilight, decade prior,she came to leave me, &thru the nightstayed in a wool blanket lightlysipping tea, while I ...
The Waves
Washing away the sins of the day Filling me with anewed thoughts and love for those I hold close An intricate web of blues and whites that crash and receed; unwanted footsteps retreating My mind afresh with clearer visions of the future that awaits me Toes digging into the wet sand; the weight of the waves infront of meI walk away with the sun behind The waves say goodbye As they receed one mor...
The Lighthouse
Let me take you on an imaginary journey, away from the hubbub of city life, To a far away place and time. The place, Skerryvore Lighthouse, the time, 1844. The reason for going, well that will unfold in due course. But there’s the getting there, first and foremost, and since the journey is everything, we start back in London. Travelling back in time becomes easy, when you let your imagina...
Swimsuits first
The glass means nothing without the waterCrystallize their beaming smiles in the sounds of crushing symphonies Erupt the shine from all places We are the children with no direction She keeps our heads free above water with a peculiar smile Get weighted by feeling of mints on our skin She’s stuck to us, oh sweet honey We cannot get enough of her purity Underneath her glory are so many surprises ...
Our watery hourglass
The distant horizon called out to me
That’s the only time I can feel my breath When I haven’t been rejected by your tides But being outside of you,prodigiousYou sat here, with me in the foamI’ve fallen in solitude,without your cleansing We used to sit in the same pattern Do you miss the time when we felt real? The wishes I’ve made To feel you in my grasp Always met with my pale palms I tried...
Tidal Echos by Brandy R. Bennett
Rhythmic ocean of emulsification, amplification, encapsulation.Dive deep down below the ocean swell.Gnarly surfer curbing saltwater in aromatic sensation. Invigorating salty wind gush greeting liquid vibration. Moonlight luminescence glimmering on a mermaid’s tail. Rhythmic ocean of emulsification, amplification, encapsulation. Songs of whales make wave commotion. Past the twilight zone biolumi...
On the Breeze
I once was the oceanI once was the seaAnd you, you were the skyReflecting on me. “I traveled from the desert where I wandered as a ghost.Heartless, I made it to the ocean, and in the current”Arose.
butterfly on the breeze Conjured from stars that settled gently on the sea.
Assorted Dreams & Vision far Past East
Tell me, oh tell me fair lady The one that lives so far past the seaSuch disconnect from the west A place where even time holds different pungencyAnd you’re strung out on the futureBut I’m stuck on life’s complacencyAccidental Renaissance A reaching out from God to Man Michelangelo falling in love with AphroditesHe and the wavy haired goddess making love in the back of a van The corner store b...
Tidepool
In this miniature world I found by the sea,I found anemone and her pulled-in reaction to me.Hermit crab makes his way, with the weight of the house on his back. Tiny smooth stones everywhere-underwater and out, worn by the relentless surf and now soft, gentle with the callouses on the soles of my feet, pleasing in the palm of my hand as they are rolled over and over. Yellow-green kelp, swayin...
Final farewell
Why can’t I love you and leave you?It’s the honourable thing to doStaying here with familiar fears Instead of binding you to this reality hereWe are lost at sea my love And I can’t swimAnd you can’t swim back against this current we’re inThere was a time when our love -deep and moving like the ocean Engulfed my body, my heart , my soul Feels like a lifetime ago...But now I know I am meant to ...
The Sand
where do you stand when you stand on the sand,when you stand on thisland that sinks and sways,holding little castle collectionsfor maybe a day?this earth underneath you—the land between the land and the sea—the beach you’ve subduedwith spring-breaks and condosis the crudest beauty you’ll walk.and yes you will walk and not runin your barefeet and skinned soul,because this is holy ground—the unf...
What of the sea?
What of the seaand her winsome aria?To where is it she carries?In a song that calls to shorethe saline soils of the lostand found,
restedrevived. Nameless siren of the bounding mainwhere doth she nurture promise?Is it to be found in the caves of crests,that best, the dimplesof humble mediation?Or in tides of sweet whispersuttered in the foamy meetingsof she and me.It and I. What of the seaand h...
The Sea I Have
I only have one sea now.Once there were so many I knewI could sail them allone by one after each other and Iwas not alone, was missingnothing and no one timewas I somewhere else, sailingother seas. Not mine, and too eternal.I know there is one left, and here I sitin it, without oars, missing arms, headless.This is exactly how I must be. Whole.A small sea asks so little of us. Still,I want all o...
Memory
Strong heat caress the brittle, golden tan sandStuck to the feet of a small child running across the landsmall, childish giggles floats in the humid air castles and buckets fell without a careas small ocean waves sweeps all awaythe small child fellinto the cold embrace of the stinging, salty wavespierced by shards of fear as they sank in this dark hellpulled down by the weighted visions of deat...
Dark
There are times when I cannot see the futureEven though it is how I stay afloatWhen the waves are too high and skies too darkI feel like I’m going to dieThere is no more blue to reflect upon the oceanFor the appearance of Bahaman shallows Just dark choppy water barreling straight towards my tumultuous heartI wish I was a meteorologist or a skilled sailorThe deep blue should not be traversed alo...
Borderlands, Here and There
How would you describe the sea?Sea is tender and soft.Sea is the sky, reflecting the rising hope of sunrise and the pink sunset cloud.Sea is the frontline of human’s bloody massacre.Sea is tolerant, embracing human’s desires.Sea is everything among nothing.
(Sea in low tide)I amStanding on the isolated military tower.Sniffing unpleasant industrial sewage and salty flavour from the sea.A smell ...
A Mutual Withholding
When I opened my eyes I watched a glaze of light slowly bleed into our room, through your white, acrylic curtain, and it made me so sad to see you there, looking like a child, laying with splayed out hair. We all revert to children when we rest. Our bodies coiled and our spines compressed.It made me sad because I know you’ll wake...
The Water Poems
1. A Drowning The whole city is drowning andonly you I hold. Nails puncturing skin. To wake you.I shake you. I can pretend that you are still warmwith a beating lung in your quiet hull. I can pretend the flood never came,and it was all snow. 2. And then the water caught me
And then the water caught me, a crumple of soaked red leaves.Skin pinched with searching debris. A washed up thing. Th...
Flow
beneath the waves unexpected seahorses powerfully dance
