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Robin H. Lysne: California Poets Part 8, Two Poems


Robin H. Lysne

January 8th, 2025

California Poets: Part VIII

Robin H. Lysne

Two Poems



Mountain Winter to Pacific Waves

 

Power is out in the mountains during storms.

Some sunlight comes through trees

 

Faucets don’t work,

Yet wet spots outside the house still

 

drip water. One thing after another

moves us into another reality. No water, no lights, no internet.

 

The day after power restarts,           the Sun is shining,

I drive to the ocean               the tides are calm

 

no big waves like the days before.

Seeing the lighthouse

 

Triangular stones stand out

around the end of the harbor

 

I hear the waves

but can’t see them except

 

a splashy tide that rises

above the harbor

 

no matter how the cement stands

birds fly around them           as they have always done

 

clouds are high like vapor steam

I want my life to remain here           in the mountains

 

near the ocean watching the Pacific

transform us              one moment to another.




Ocean Cemetery

 

Seals bark under the Pier.

Thousands of seagulls and

pelicans, are flying all around to eat

through a shoal of anchovies.

 

On Seabright beach I walk past the place

where two dark images of me

and my former husband

are still there. 

 

Years ago, discussing nothing

any more, we each gave up

the beginning of the end

of our relationship into Mother Ocean.

 

I send light to that beach spot today

letting go of that dark memory.

 

Watching pelicans fly, dive, splash,

then pluck a fish up into their beaks,

seals swim under pelican families

as they float on the Monterey Bay.

 

Halfway down the beach, I walk past

the place where my daughter’s ashes

spread in a rain storm a quarter century ago.

They blew over me and my husband.

 

High above as the sun set sparkles

A dragon cloud brushes over

a rainbow vest that flings around

the dragon cloud and sails over the sky.

 

At the end of the beach

A quarter of the rock wall has

washed away from when I moved

to Santa Cruz thirty years ago.

 

On this beach where my family ended,

touching the rock tower I turn around

to walk along waves full of joy as

one hundred or more birds and me

 

with beach combers love

this ocean cemetery.  



Author Bio:

Robin Lysne, M.A., M.F.A., Ph.D. is the author of twelve books (two poetry books), an artist and energy medicine practitioner, medium and psychic. She offers clients energy medicine, psychic and mediumistic readings. She mentors others who are coming into their intuitive abilities no matter what their direction.

 

 

Her poems have been published in: North American Review, Catamaran, Porcupine Literary Arts Magazine,Monterey Bay Poetry Review, Rattle, Phren-z online Magazine, Porter Gulch Review, Samizdat, Awakening Consciousness Magazine, and others. On her days not writing, she paints, offers clients energy medicine, psychic readings, and mediumistic readings. She mentors others who are coming into their abilities no matter what their direction.

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