The sea

The sea

Thought heralded a boatful of laughter
Checkered, courageous, fishermanly
In spray-powdered, sprinkle-diffused
Froth seething with salt and blue
As though the sea horizon heaved
In musically multi-colored sound
Steeped in dead-dry- fish smell.
A boy walked away from the sea-sun
And idly prancing about crows.
Vasco Da Gama’s stone tablet stood
In history’s powdered rock and sand
And broken -colored boat masts.
At the corner glistened wet sand
In tree shadows falling in sea
Their dark hair hiding red agenda.
These white buildings sat idly
In history’s tiled canopies witnessing
Communism’s capitalist fortunes.
The French windows hid much beauty
In the shadows of mosquito nets
While hot pepper creepers snaked
All the way up the statuesque teaks.
In the slush coconuts proudly stood
Spreading dark hair in the night.
Here, rain happened quickly
Rocking moist coconut fronds
Hiding still, hairless sea-eagles.

(A poem which happened on the Kapady beach in Kerala)

Comments:
 
SapphireCat   SapphireCat wrote
on 2/1/2009 3:26:24 PM
'froth seething with salt and blue', what an image that line brings. I eat up poetry like this. Awesome work!

SapphireCat   SapphireCat wrote
on 2/1/2009 3:23:29 PM
my, you do have a way with words

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Poetry based upon actual experiences, not one thought up in the intellectual aridness of a pseudo-thinker. Words as they mean in the specific context of recollected thought or image , not meaning several things at a time but that which re-creates an aura or a haze of an earlier experience.
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