Poetry Thursday - the one where I am too chicken

I am a reclusive type of person. In fact, it took me nearly 20 years to pluck up the courage and reveal my poems to anyone. While I present them here, at Poetry Thursday, I have only done so since Februray 2007. It was a daunting proposition, at first, but everyone has been so supportive in their commentary, that I feel gamer in sharing my writings, but to under take this weeks prompt was a little too much, too soon for me. Yep, I am a piker and I sincerely apologise.

Instead of this weeks totally optional idea, I have opted to share a poem I wrote earlier in the week, for the NaPoWriMo prompt "Bluff".

The Bluff
The Bluff stands tall;

Rising like an ancient warrior

From fertile coastal plains.

Proud and sturdy

Against the tumultuous sea.

The stoic Bluff;

Bearer of unrelenting lashings

Vicious attacks

From angry waters churning below

They strike hard against unyielding granite footings.

The south wind thrusts

Its merciless breath

Tousling squat grasses

And wild geraniums

Trembling in the scraping gale.

Summit yearnings

Require fortitude

But jubilation awaits the brave

And unsurpassed seascapes

Transfix initially reluctant ramblers.

Encounter Bay curves gently, to the east

A sandy beach hugs the coastline,

Like lemon frosting on a delectable cake;

The white teeth of broken waves

Bite hungrily into the shoreline.

With disciplined eyes

One can trace the edge of the world

Until far-flung sea mists

Blur the horizon

Blending land, sea and sky, into one.

There is nothing south of The Bluff

But a million miles of sea

And eventually ice.

The Bluff is enduring.

The Bluff stands tall.

© Strauss

14th April 2007