Posted in #MayFalls19 Poetry Challenge, Butterfly Cinquain, May 2019

Oceanside

Pacific Ocean 2018 at Oceanside,Oregon
Pacific Ocean 2018 at Oceanside,Oregon

Sea breeze.

Gulls cry above.

Waves softly rolling,

Covering footprints in the sand.

Ocean

Sights and sounds delight weary soul,

Seeking tranquility,

Refreshing life,

Anew.

Butterfly Cinquain

#MayFalls19 Poetry Challenge Prompt: sea breeze

Posted in April 2018, Choka, NaPoWriMo 2018

Seashore Sunset Senses

Sunset at Depoe Bay, Oregon, photo by Vivian Marcin 2018

Breathing in so deeply

Scents of seaweed and crisp air

As gulls seranade

And ocean foam caresses

Sand covered toes

Sunset glistens like gold

Shimmering on waves

That meet rocks and waiting cheek

With a salty kiss goodnight

Choka

NaPoWriMo 2018 Day 26

challenge is to write a poem that includes images that engage all five senses. Try to be as concrete and exact as possible with the “feel” of what the poem invites the reader to see, smell, touch, taste and hear

Posted in August 2017, Choka

Vista

Pacific Ocean beach
So much beauty

Bestowed upon one place

Billion grains of sand

Kissed daily by the sea

That encompasses

A towering rock of old

Worn smooth by elements

This time, this place, this space

Is mine to enjoy today

Choka
 

Posted in March 2017, Rubaiyat

In a Lonely Place?

Driftwood on sand
Looking for a helping hand?

Drifted upon sinking sand?

God does see that place you’re in,

He’ll strenghten you so you can stand.
Just reach out, take His hand,

He’ll lead you from sinking sand,

To a place far from chagrin,

Life with Him can be grand!
So if life’s not all you planned,

Dead like driftwood on sand,

Look up, invite God in,

And let Him be your helping hand.

Rubaiyat

Posted in November 2013, November PAD Chapbook Challenge 2013, Religious, Rhyme

Creation reveals the Creator

Vic_Viv_LincolnCity_073113I gaze upon the ocean with her mighty roar,
while above me the eagle does soar. 

A crab, which is a work of Your
Own Hands,
is displayed for me upon the sands, 

as I walk and think and pray,
I give You thanks for every day. 

Thanks for the sun that shines and the moon’s fair light, 
the trees that shade and the stars at night. 
You made it all and called it good,
in six short days, as only You could. 

As I look around me and bless Your name,
I must remember Your greatest acclaim, 

the image of Yourself, created in others and me, 
people, reflecting Your beauty for all to see.  

 Rhyme   Leona J. Atkinson  11-05-13