Pelagic Prosody

by Obsidian Eagle, Canada

Cinder by shoreline, none could but some can. Echoing a ceaseless arrival, castaways deliriously repeat: shallows resurface!
At edge of Pacific, eternal meaning attained. Waves ground rocks to sand and beckoned beholder to witness: all is process.
One's life like a ship adrift archipelago of sensational obsessions. Dawn Treader seeking after the world's final isles.
Identity? A frigate capsized upon rocky shoals at low tide. A veritable flibbertigibbet caught within a whirlpool, which self-importance sustains.
Return to the ocean, in body or mind. Where our cells were first formed four eons hence. Imitate liquefied spontaneity.
Sonar under profundities; a depth-charge surges through psychic tides as the secret propagation of unceasing evolution!
Sea-kayak floating atop swells, hear the sound so often heard in shells. Fear not drowning in Earth mother's amniotic flowing.
Have you ever swum at a reef whilst watching marine fauna frolic? Therein life's creative drive is evinced via plethora of colors.
Dolphins gambol in oceanic spray while mangroves lush upon the bay. Motorboats then overtake as tourists chase cetaceans away.
May the sound of surf soothe your nerves and a beach's breeze fill your nostrils. Here gulls sing of solar bounty spilling ashore . . .

One thought on “Pelagic Prosody

  1. Greetings global family!

    Just want to let everyone know that there’s plenty more where this came from on my long-running blog, Obsidian Eagle’s Blasphemous Bazaar (



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