^^^^^^ WARM GREETINGS FROM ^^^^^^^^^^^^ :-)
Ivan Suzman 51/39/36 [log in to unmask] :-)
Portland, Maine land of lighthouses 10 deg. F :-)
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Dear friends,
On Saturday, I walked on the beach
about 20 miles southwest of my home,
at Fortune's Rocks, Maine.
Out of my memories comes
a new, 4-part poem , "Milennium
at Fortune'sRocks," which I am placing
here on the PIEN list, to ask for peace
for all of us in the PD Community.
Best wishes for 2001 to you all .
Sincerely,
PWP Ivan Suzman :-)
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Millenium at Fortune's Rocks
1
A tooth-chattering wind
floats bits of seaspray
upon a storm-scoured shore
I am cleansed, and awed
by massive, cold, blue waters
which stretch limitlessly
to Rejkjavik, and equally to
Gibaltar, Dakar,
and Cape Town .
2
Ice-embedded stems
of winter dunegrass
sparkle, silvery-white,
mirroring the sunlight.
They lean, they oscillate,
shimmering in the solstice's
low, piercing sunlight,
against a peach sherbet sky.
Brilliant,
and blinding,
they are bright like chandeliers
multiply reflecrted
in a fairyland of gemstones.
3
Just ten yards from crashing waves,
a sea gull sits,
seemingly obliviously,
motionlessly
and almost oceanlessly,
one webbed foot upon the fine-grained sand.
4
At the horizon,
sea-greens blend with blue-grays
and ice-green skies are floodlit
behind pink and lavender sea clouds.
A single skein of Canada geese
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floats over a few human footprints
which lead the eye
to the water's edge.
The trail disappears in bubbling salt water,
fizzling upon the sand .
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copywright@12-25-00
ivan suzman
