Spent the day at blue sky beach
Fishing for sun rays on a cumulus cloud
Waves billow by
White and gray
Rockets blasting off in space.
Spent the day at blue sky beach
Feet dangling off a troposphere pier
Granite tide caves
Skyscraper sea
Spider webs of clapping waves.
Spent the day at blue sky beach
Scooping clumps of golden cirrus
Sandcastle grin
Opaque tower spires
Illuminated from within.
Spent the day at blue sky beach
Meteors of white and grey
Black cloud sand
Fuzzy privacy
My rippling stratus strand.
© khartless 2021, All Rights Reserved
A dVerse Poet’s Pub Poem-Sarah hosts Poetics this evening with an ekphrastic prompt inspired by the breath-taking artwork of Fay Collins, who passed away this past September. Fay was an educator and an artist, and this painting spoke to me in a special way. Join us.
I marvel at the energy, abundance and diversity of life’s forces and I am continuously intrigued by the idea that visual qualities of landscape often appear timeless and constant yet are often tangibly dynamic.
Fay Collins
Yard Sale of Thoughts 
Lovely imagery love! Another beautiful piece. 🙂
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Thank you. Wish I could be back there now.
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What a lovely poem, K. This here, “Sandcastle grin
Opaque tower spires
Illuminated from within.” Is my favorite. Beautiful. I love the beach.
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Thank you, Jeff. You will be there soon, no? This piece of art from Fay’s collection reminded me of a line in my journal about blue sky beach, so it was time to write this poem. I appreciate your kind comments.
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You’re most welcome, K. Yes, Thursday. Am ready, and your poem stoked the desire even more. Always my pleasure, my friend.
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I was gonna say, that’s my favorite line too!
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Thank you. Thought it would be great fun to enjoy a day of activities at the sky beach.
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Excellent description and imagery throughout, particularly loved, “Sandcastle grin
Opaque tower spires Illuminated from within.” You have captured the beach vibe so well!
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Thank you kindly, Tricia. Love those clouds that appear tomahawk their own inner light.
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Yes! 😍
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I would very much love to spend the day in such a place…maybe I have, once or twice 🙂
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Dreamers frequent this one. Thanks, Ingrid.
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I love this painting, and I love this poem. We have a broad, flat beach near us, and sometimes the sky is reflected across it in the thinnest layer of water – it really is like running across the sky. I love the way you use the clouds as images here. It’s just delightful.
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Thank you kindly for hosting and commenting, Sarah. This beach sounds magical. Yes, I am far from the ocean and like to daydream about the beach in the sky. This painting brought it all back.
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“Sandcastle grin Opaque tower spires Illuminated from within.”
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The repetition really enhances the rhythm of this poem. I really enjoyed it!
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Thank you kindly, Phillip. Lovely to be dawdling up
there.
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I am literally swooning right now 😀 this is beyond beautiful! Especially love; “Spent the day at blue sky beach/Feet dangling off a troposphere pier/Granite tide caves.”💝💝
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Aw, thank you kindly, Sanaa. Feel free to join me up there anytime, dear poet.
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Love the repetition. Made me think of Groundhog Day, but a much better setting!
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Thank you, Jane. It’s a bit of a reverie this one. Definitely one I like to have available on repeat.
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🙂
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Awesome!
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Thank you. I’m planning to return there soon.
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My favorite line “feet dangling off a troposphere pier”
Very idyllic and calming ❤️
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Beautifully written! I love your descriptions!
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You describe the place and time in such a perfect way that it sounds like a dream, and maybe afterwards that perfect day will become a dream
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K.,
Love the repetition of the first line, which transforms the poem into a magical time and vision.
Pax,
Dora
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lovely you did Fay’s art great justice!
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The colors in this painting are so alive, so far from a monochrome, even though blue is abundant and predominant–and similarly, your poem has all kinds of shades in it, allusions and metaphors, in very compact–sometimes as compact as two words–form, each of which is fragment, a tile that is a picture in itself as well as part of the larger mosaic. Or,put more simply–a beautiful poem full of nuance that makes not just the outer landscape come alive, but the inner as well.
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Thank you kindly, hedge-witch. I do find a pithiness to my prose at times. Suits me.
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