We stopped
at the ridge across the bay
and watched the rust colored hills
roll down into the blue ocean
into the silvery swells
that skid along the shore
silent and adrift
like bleached wood
scattered
on the white sand
we sat
somber like empty shells
reliving life as it was
seconds
before the world stopped
soaking the evening sun
watching the glow
of a crumbling corona
collapse
into a colorful kaleidoscope
into the dark side of the moon
into nothing.
*
©Yakira Shimoni Fulks
March 31, 2020 | OC, California
California Blazin’ | Lost Disks
I loved the imagery of the colored hill, blue ocean and white sand. The comparison and metaphors are mystical to me. The final three paragraphs portrays the state of the mind of the poet.
Thank you so much.
Best regards,
Sincerely yours
I love this one @Kira (Yakira) Fulks ..and the art is such a bonus
… wonderful words and paint!
I like the poem. I especially like the artwork. It has some “appealing quality” to it – at least for me. Thank you for sharing.
Feelings of goodness n positivity gather strength n slowly submerge the virus into oblivion.
A whole world is born n God gives us a new opportunity to live in a beautiful n colourful world. Have I got it right? Enjoyed reading your artistic poem.
Sounds like a quiet and wonderful place to be. Love the description of the activity taking place! ✍ ❤
I like the poem. I especially like the artwork. It has some “appealing quality” to it – at least for me. Thank you for sharing.
Love the repetition of yellow, and great visuals.
Imagery for the eyes, each moment spent, your time’s have presented such wonderful poetry!
This is such a heart-felt write. The imagery is wonderful and just as your artwork. The images come before the eye as you weave these words of poetry with vivid and thoughtful images – Rust hills, Bleached wood, white sands, empty shells, crumbling corona, kaleidoscopes. Rust colored hills is all you see in so-cal, very much the terrain all around us here, but we are also blessed with beautiful beaches, skies and sun around 🙂 CA is beautiful 🙂 Corona has made our lives indifferent – but in a way it has led us to appreciate those little things and luxuries of nature around us, definitely the beach walks and sights aren’t the same anymore. I like the way you have described the beach, ocean and nature scene with intertwined thoughts of self and thoughts in these corona times. There is a dark and light – but life is a kaleidoscope of patterns and colors. Thank you for sharing this beautiful poem, Kira and many thanks for having me in your thoughts 🙂 best wishes, cheers! Abhi
crumbling corona
collapse
into a colorful kaleidoscope
into the dark side of the moon
into nothing.
I REALLY love this part, this is wonderful.
Sometimes life showers so many unprecedented moments upon us that we feel so blessed with whatever we have in our surrounding & starts to feel so grateful about it. Very nicely penned down the beautiful scenic appearance.
Much love,
Anu
This is exquisite poetry! The title phrase is very clever, being a play on the coronavirus, but even without that specificity, the overall message of mind-boggling broken times comes thru (more than this being a statement about covid). The setting sun imagery harkens to the way many feel that the sun has set on a way of life that may never be part of en masse society again . . . many express a doomsday interpretation to current events that shows they feel the sun setting on a possibly drastic scale. So much can be wrung from your prophetic words, but mostly this is a delicious splash of strongly-felt seaside imagery
Here in Michigan. The lakes were clean because the factories closed down for time in 50 years. The grandchildren enjoyed the days of Summer. Been slower and easy days. I enjoyed the poem dear Kira. Maybe next year, I will return to San Diego, Big Sur and Monterey. I lived in Monterey for three years. The ocean is so amazing. Thank you for sharing the amazing poetry.
This poem is such a stark reminder of what we once had…that world that was ours…the freedom to move about, to enjoy nature and each other…
and now? Walls, a TV, maybe a book…and virtual exposure to each other. well done, Kira,