embies' asarian etc. poetry archives
minimally spoilered poetry

White Noise
(c) 1996 Cedric Hagyard 


Lost in complex thought, a lone man strides
out across abandoned mud of a tidal estuary
with a determination that defies the idyllic
beauty of nature in tender, loving harmony.

The man appears untouched by his surroundings,
his eyes apparently oblivious to each new scene
of wondrous magnificence constantly paraded
before sensory mirrors that inwardly reflect.

Swiftly hurrying past pine crowded hills
that converge to form a narrow throat
through which last dregs of pent up estuary
waters now pour to join an endless sunlit sea.

Sand, white sand, eddying and swirling,
driven by shattered translucent pipes
that break on uneven shores then sweep
beachward in a chaos of broken waters.

An intensely blue sky is powered by the
sun's great orb that hangs, resplendent,
to join far distant horizons with an azure sea.
Peace, everlasting and all pervading peace.

Surf rolled pebbles and dancing foam
add subtle tones to this painted scene
that the man stores for future comfort when
dark eyes will mist once more with understanding pain.

Boom, hiss, as waves incessantly crash.
Boom, hiss, as endless sound fills the brain
of the silent thought encapsulated man.
Boom, hiss, as white sound encompasses, soothes.

Boom, hiss, obliteration of all past hurt
by the all pervading, cleansing white noise.
Is that distant sea spray mist that clouds
the man's eyes, or a mystic mist within?