from here you can watch
waves blaze into
horizons that bleed and stretch
to the sun’s mediaeval eye
refining the sleeves of God
where waves whomp
screaming and sunshiver
in a syntax so deafening
they pirouette
in the moment of God dancing
Goat Rock...indeed a beautiful place spiritually and visually. Expressing your observations as... 'God dancing'... is indicative of an extraordinary appreciation..of nature...in one...of its finest moments!
Great visual presentation, Richard - felt like I was standing on a cliff overlooking the crashing waves along the rocky shoreline. Wonderful imagery. Linda :)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Very nice, Richard. Ron