On a shattered pebble beach my soul,
becomes this dervish dancing to the tune,
of inchoate monsoon grass beats that’s dimly frowned on,
but words like the moss tide sea sweep in currents,
I gaze with indigo ocean eyesight at sheer rock faces,
where faculties plead for awesome phrases,
from eternal  page beyond deep well sand dune,
verses primed and pumped by ebbing sotto voce streams,
gust smitten lighthouse solitary pulsing wink always welcome,
grammar whose genesis scorned geo form cliche,
I scribble quatrains in a quandary that ooze magma inkling,
prose stolen from jagged surface incline or whatever,
Has this elemental moment turned ghost writer by sixth sense,
saline vista swung pivot on tsunami doorway,
saline carcass rife with clamped seashells as mirage,
weather worn thoughts skim crazy altitude,
but this pilgrim shall  hanker evermore imbibing loose mists,
with marble slab as jotter and squid ink another fountain pen,
who really knows what tidal gems may  yet surface,
do metaphors embrace diurnal cycles like day/night swop?
rhetorical or not this lambent aspect must be met on azure blue boulder,
vice-grip  of creative plunge belies gravity,
yet this blustery conundrum is just this water drop,
something inconsequential for one clutching at mere chimera,
pepper-strewn haze does obstruct verbal blossom,
despite a caustic rebuff  from buoyant inner leaning on edge,
zany whirlpool blob grasping at obscure twill plume,
faraway tangerine canvass might stir tongue-tied release,
inventive quest might ache for apt description,
but  nought shall thwart this dreamer off-course,
spectral pantoum,  geometric quatrain, silken suzette odyssey,
in spite of vernal image harvest with its dogged  spectrum,
to ramble without limit despite prevailing ode storm,
sculpture on an apt idyllic text,
once off evanescence from an infinite  paradigm,
a colour burst vocabulary pending but when?



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