A preview of a friend’s poem on the destruction of hurricane Irene, caused me to look at those who live on the coast with a poet’s eye.

by Mike Patrick

Flickr image by dave-hall

Within us all a gift resides-
a special artist’s point-of-view.
We all possess the artist’s eye
for timeless beauty we pursue.

But beauty lives on danger’s shroud.
The lion’s mane and fearful claws
come packaged neath a single cloud
of true respect for nature’s laws.

When artists’ take a tame approach,
with love of landscape’s calm veneer,
is safety found without reproach?
What could go wrong? There’s naught to fear.

The moving sea holds beauty close
in water, ships . . . reflected moon:
small treasures which the waves expose,
or in the form of wind-shaped dune.

No wonder that the ocean’s draw
can pull an artist to the sea:
unable to foresee the flaw
of hopes and dreams that may not be.

To build one’s life where beauty sings,
to ever view aquamarine,
is tantamount to welcoming
the kiss of hurricane Irene.

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  1. Beware the “Under Toad” (The World According to Garp)!
    I did make it through Hurricane Emily in Bermuda, but was Artist-in-Residence at the Princess Hotel, the oldest structure on the isle, so I knew I was safe. Still, helping workers pull basketball sized globs of tar off the beaches the next day made me understand not only the wrath of Nature, but the deadly things we do with those big cruise ships, etc. The tar was exclusively petroleum-based, from the ships. Thanks for this, Mike, a good write! Amy

    • Mike Patrick says:

      I was stationed in Kingsville, Texas during hurricane Beulah in 1967. It rolled a lot of mobile homes, but mostly I remember the flooding. In the aftermath, there were thousand-acre lakes, eight inches deep. The duck and geese loved it. South Texas didn’t have any trees to knock down.

  2. Wonderful as always brother!

  3. siggiofmaine says:

    Love this…thanks.
    The poet’s/artist’s eye is always aware of the change in the scenery/living places of wild life after the coast gets kissed by Irene. Much to paint, much to write, even with just a peck on the cheek we got here in Downeast Maine.
    ☮ ♥ Siggi in Downeast Maine

    • Mike Patrick says:

      I’m glad it was a peck on the cheek for you Siggi. It will take a while for things to get back to normal in other places. Times of hurricanes are the only time I’m glad I don’t live close to an ocean.

  4. But beauty lives on danger’s shroud.
    The lion’s mane and fearful claws
    come packaged neath a single cloud
    of true respect for nature’s laws.


  5. Mary says:

    This is so true, Mike. You have captured so much in this poem. Living close to the beauty of an ocean does expose one to danger! (like Irene) But…danger aside…the beauty and majesty awes.

  6. adeeyoyo says:

    I loved this, Mike. Being an artist of any sort is not in itself protection against danger, in fact it could be seen as tempting fate. I especially liked your little mention of Irene… beautifully done!

  7. Renee Espriu says:

    I really like this one, Mike. I am an artist as well as a writer and both have visions of that which we see that no others have. Even in your words you portray just as easily the artist’s eye. Nicely written.

  8. An unusual perspective, well expressed.

  9. geri-Mom says:

    Your poems are beautiful and poignant. I am neither an artist nor a poet so I can’t speak with knowledge, but I read your latest three poems and found each of them moving and sometimes even haunting…so from the point of view of a non-artist, non-poet, your poems are wonderful.

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