kalaloch arun

five days on the west coast of Washington, no wifi, no internet, and absolutely amazing weather for June….
I was inspired to try the “arun” poetry form created by Girl Griot (5 lines growing from 1 syllable to 5) kind-of have to know that before you try to read it…..and it grew beyond 15 lines….

these were the images that inspired the poem:

 

kalaloch 

down
cliff trail
to windblown
beach where driftwood
stacked like carcass bones
forms
timber
steps to stones
worn and warm smooth
they cascade on to
sand
crossed by
rivulets
rippling gently
to the seas churning edge
where
frothy
crescents of
foam sweep the tide
across sloping beach
small
waves flood
the base of
ancient rock stacks
sentinels facing
west
silver
horizon
disappearing
to mist rolling in
from
the sea
purly green
waves curl and churn
daylight fades to dusk