Catherine
we owe a debt to the sea that crests how in liquid calm it soothes we rest but there is nothing false in fear or fury forceful is the fight and freedom yes, freedom too... More »
Catherine
we, each one, are an ocean to stand in timid wonder on my own shore filled, full, folding under the horizon the depth, the distance grovel into greedy mullings that feel as a spot of... More »
Catherine
a poem dedicated to Portland Head Light, as if a lighthouse cares:-) dawn disguised by descending clouds an ocean mist and silence the damp swings in like a curtain a blanket of moist misery washing... More »
Catherine
beach bare feet sandy soles could feel the earth’s energy streaming, screaming from the ground saying simply “don’t deny me I’m everything gravity, wants your struggle wrestle the air the universe, after all is push... More »
Catherine
for my girls coastal metaphors, roll in as I contemplate, the splendors of my children’s hearts I am not the ocean in their lives just the edge, just the shore I will hold their beacons... More »
Catherine
I am a beachcomber, in life with a broad and freckled back a cherisher of found glories watcher of the movements the tidal creep persistent dune grass migrating sand you know all things of substance... More »
Catherine
why do I mourn the receding tide the ocean calmed the beach expanded the crash, the fierceness quieted and the sun that at high tide made my neck sweat is yawning toward its sea dune... More »
Catherine
Sunlit hands brine chilled palms and I pause a swell softened pause time saddened pause I pause and mingle in my presence startled by the calm unsettled by the silence the ocean linen flutters kissing... More »
Catherine
It took 42 years for my poetry to come like magma deep in my rocky crust dormant and still present but unknown then came the cracks above sandcastled feet and the words seeped out with... More »
Catherine
(this is something I just posted to the Visualize and Escape Pod) http://pods.zaadz.com/visualization winter brightly overcast the horizon has the slight pinkish hue of the snow to come my car is warm a small cave,... More »
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June 2009 
