• in wake of ocean depth blue sky

    Byjucasso

    in wake of ocean depth blue sky
    upon water cry tears of rain from heaven
    the benevolent good stood to understand an understated favor fated by the greater sweeping of His hand-elated beaming moon lit night stars bright kiss the dark, invite the dawn to come along in swirling storm a surly sea born the fathoms sanctity-the sun subdued a grayest hue replaces you but black and cloudy doubtful day recede to grieve the bay, it seem time lost in rhyme stir the spray-undercurrents play overtures the pounding surf suck the surface of turf hurl a world away, seagull dive to stay alive finding fish that way, fly distant reaches geese go in a row to warmer beaches-above the horizon shining in moon glow shimmer golden
    glimmer snow in winter.

  • when night is never commonly

    Byjucasso

    when night is never commonly
    trees swoon southernly
    canst rekindle comfortably
    desire in monotony

    fill will transparent
    fall into Atlantic
    fasten the romantic
    eyes meet moon melodic

    dire feeling ill-equip
    to martyr your sweet cause
    the one of welts and whip
    raw unrelenting grief guilty grit

    imagine you and I somewhere on a ship
    on holiday to take a trip
    with rainbows on our lips
    from ports of call to feed our souls

    white winter angry
    world bold as bitter brandy
    ocean roll cold sandy
    wind is gaunt and gangly
    moon marooned at noon
    until stars share his sky.

  • without apology

    Byjucasso

    moon lofty lilting laugh
    change hap the ocean bath
    gratified surge relax
    splurging waters lag
    swim a fin to drag
    salty seaweeds store
    midway display the stingray play
    across the sand rock floor
    shellfish blacks and blues array
    accept darkest depth invade
    felt the colder fluid flow
    air bubbles blow in undertow
    deep below forgotten
    hit of currents crash like serpents
    wriggling great promise
    let go of dreams that make it seem
    fish must eat bottom greens
    engines roar sputter muffled sound of beasts
    little ones dangle little feet barely touching brine
    laughing cooing as papa casts out a line
    suddenly hit in a blitz so quick
    a bass or is it a grouper?
    whatever he is he sure can swim
    jumps in the air like a tuna
    all is fair we’ll eat him rare
    get to shore or sooner
    the tackle box smells of mildew
    if you say I am you are
    the blues are running in summer sunning under
    skies as dark as denim
    to protect themselves in schools of thought
    lure fish into a feeding frenzy
    fated on plates from fishkill ny
    baked-butter sauce lemon
    sprig of parsley
    without apology
    fish no fish
    go to heaven.

  • unrest

    Byjucasso

    unrest relentless tide attempt to tempt a tempestuous temper-tide the
    ocean black thick froth a darkest dankest pitch
    water wields worried wakes wearing weary wreckage
    rusty musty pillion worst the thirst call upon the stars to lead you
    home from deepest depths remorse resents rain upon the oblique
    breakwater
    from mooring in the sea, steer ships by starlight moon eye bask in
    swells that lift fell some languid
    star struck sound winded-bid the eve a heart of night ephemeral where
    visions play a gentle
    moment memorable, to lose the bliss the loss of this
    incredible, dashed upon rash rocks
    regrettable fog a thick opaque shuts the eye
    the sight of plausible-escape the rage a port of call
    sail away on a mirrored sea, reflections on
    silver water, smooth as glass may be.