POV
What a seaman’s
gasp
to look up
to grasp
from across the waves
rolling hills
a vernal green coated rolling crack solid
April showers
under pill-box patchwork
cloud cover
a soft morning glow
a place to focus
Boneyard, how many warnings wake?
Driftwood
burned by
drifters
Driftwood’s smooth
shapes set in
awkward repose
by
—High Tide Warnings—
Driftwood homes
roof and nooks
space for a tiny plover’s nest
Driftwood
burned by
drifters
Driftwood dislodged
leaned to
teepee a human
Driftwood
sand-surfaced
shelter in place
Driftwood
little baby bird
shell dismantled
by
—Active Humans Warning—
Rock in
the tideline
shifted by surf
Rock
as solid matter
clinging to a place
Rock
a sea otter’s head
bent in grace
Rock
folded over
in an embrace
—High Tide Alert—
Clings
under current
the eddy baptizes
Clings
as the wet washes over
Clings
Alonna Shaw is a California-based multidisciplinary artist, writer, and content editor. Her diverse background in theater, film, television, and fine art meet on the page, often using collage techniques, to challenge everyday language. Her poems reflect place and identity through the lenses of consumerism, feminine identity, and environmental issues. Robots fascinate her.
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