A Tale of Two Tides

July 14, 2013 at 12:38 am (Poetry) (, , , , , , , , , , , , , , )

In mid-afternoon a very very very low tide

the water is way out

the children’s water slide

is a water slide no more

but a slide on dry land.

 

 

Stirling Stork is down in the low-lying water

Stirling Stork who only makes his appearance

when it’s low-tide.

 

And rocks which can’t be seen at high tide are there

jutting out on the beach.

And there on the rocks sits Sidney Seagull

like a glass of fine malt whisky.

 

Evening and the tide is high

Blondie should be singing her song now.

 

 

High tide

the children’s water slide

is a water slide again.

 

 

Stirling Stork is nowhere to be seen

Stirling Stork who only makes his appearance

when it’s low-tide.

 

And the rocks are nowhere to be seen

but buried beneath the waves like Atlantis.

And Sidney Seagull is likewise gone

like a glass of fine malt whisky in W. C. Fields’ hand.

 

 

 

 

 

-A poem written by Christopher

 Saturday night

 July 13th 2013

 based on what he observed at 

 2 different times of day

 mid-afternoon and late evening

 at English Bay, Vancouver, British Columbia

 on this day.

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Hula Hoop Dancer On The Beach

July 10, 2013 at 1:01 am (Poetry) (, , , , , , , , , , , , )

Hula hoop girl dancing on the beach

her colourful summer floral skirt flirls 

around with the hoop.

The disc of the sun is setting

and the disc of the hoop goes faster and faster

around her hips

around her legs 

around her arms 

around her feet

a hula hoop dance impresario

dancing in the summer sun.

 

She dances with joy 

she dances with carefree abandon

she is a child of the sun

a child of the sky

a child of the sea

she dances with joy

she dances to be

she dances like one

in the dance of the free.

 

 

-A poem written by Christopher

 Tuesday night July 9th 2013

 based on what he observed this evening

 at English Bay, Vancouver, British Columbia

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Late June Evening On English Bay

June 30, 2013 at 6:48 pm (Poetry) (, , , , , )

An evening in late June 

summer has come at last 

waves pound the shore

sounding a joyful blast 

and here on English Bay 

as the sun departs from day 

endless sea and endless sky 

stretches below that golden eye 

rays of gold and purple hue 

cling to the sky like an evening dew 

a horizon that stretches neverendingly 

here on golden waves that crown silver sea. 

 

-A poem written by Christopher 

 Sunday evening

 June 30th 2013

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