Getting Wrecked
Posted: Tue Dec 25, 2012 1:35 pm
Couldn't resist Neville's challenge even though it was aimed at Bob and using Bob's fabulous photo of the area he calls home at Wreck Bay Yeppoon which looks glorious. Took some liberties with the photo to try more for the effect I was aiming at with my poem. Hope you don't mind that Bob.
Here's my take on the story that Bob's two photographs told me.
Getting wrecked
Wreck Bay – Yeppoon, not steeped in gloom today,
but basking quiet in sunlight bright,
white waves caressing sands of white
its beauty bathed in natural light
and all is right with me.
I watch the bay from headland high. Inspect.
I’ve two dogs snuffling round my feet
both awaiting their Christmas treat.
They get on fine, that’s really neat
and just as it should be .
This Christmas morn at early dawn, untouched;
the sands as yet are pristine still
no footprints mar their golden spill
and soft I hear a whipperwill.
Today is yet to be.
The same coastline I viewed just yesterday.
It was a different sight, a different bay.
The sea was dark, the waves were whipping spray
upwards towards a sky of pewter gray,
and menacing it felt to me.
The sand was flecked with globs of spewed sea foam.
A pall of unease hung over the land
as waves clawed at the dunes of fragile sand
and tugged and pulled their base with heavy hand.
Return to me, return to me.
The shoreline brooded dark and menacing.
The night time sky still wore her heavy cloak
or was that just the fancies of this bloke,
who most times sees life as a funny joke.
Today though, captivated by the sea.
But that was yesterday and not today.
Today’s a day of happiness and joy
for some, those little ones who got a toy
from Santa or Saint Nick, that grand old boy
who leaves gifts ‘neath a tree.
Wreck Bay , Yeppoon. A Queensland pearl – today,
she graces the tiara of the bay
where white waves curl, caressing as they play,
though sometimes darker frowns get in the way.
But always there is beauty here to see.
My place on earth, and all is right with me.
Maureen Clifford © 12/12
Here's my take on the story that Bob's two photographs told me.
Getting wrecked
Wreck Bay – Yeppoon, not steeped in gloom today,
but basking quiet in sunlight bright,
white waves caressing sands of white
its beauty bathed in natural light
and all is right with me.
I watch the bay from headland high. Inspect.
I’ve two dogs snuffling round my feet
both awaiting their Christmas treat.
They get on fine, that’s really neat
and just as it should be .
This Christmas morn at early dawn, untouched;
the sands as yet are pristine still
no footprints mar their golden spill
and soft I hear a whipperwill.
Today is yet to be.
The same coastline I viewed just yesterday.
It was a different sight, a different bay.
The sea was dark, the waves were whipping spray
upwards towards a sky of pewter gray,
and menacing it felt to me.
The sand was flecked with globs of spewed sea foam.
A pall of unease hung over the land
as waves clawed at the dunes of fragile sand
and tugged and pulled their base with heavy hand.
Return to me, return to me.
The shoreline brooded dark and menacing.
The night time sky still wore her heavy cloak
or was that just the fancies of this bloke,
who most times sees life as a funny joke.
Today though, captivated by the sea.
But that was yesterday and not today.
Today’s a day of happiness and joy
for some, those little ones who got a toy
from Santa or Saint Nick, that grand old boy
who leaves gifts ‘neath a tree.
Wreck Bay , Yeppoon. A Queensland pearl – today,
she graces the tiara of the bay
where white waves curl, caressing as they play,
though sometimes darker frowns get in the way.
But always there is beauty here to see.
My place on earth, and all is right with me.
Maureen Clifford © 12/12
It looks all right to me, obviously I am missing something. Please explain. Seriously - please explain.
the first line of the preamble 7th word along. 