When one absorbs the restless sea,
amid a noon torrent in transit,
where fancy shade name wind alerts appear,
a silver wave of trivial glib cliché can strike,
the over ponderous purveyor whose at fault,
of low verse stock phrase adorned with cant,
is there a sombre piece or stilted blissful line,
at the cusp of my queued quiescent pen,
with no intention
a thorough scan for synonyms inane and frivolous,
which at this point so compass point aligned,
edging closer to the parody in cliff face motion,
is there an archaic image town vision looming,
tawdry stanza on faceless crowds to beleaguer,
bursting with expressionless greeting of passerby,
sea shore city border as weighty tome one found,
weighty tone where human life now portrayal won’t budge,
in  grim or spurious dim light charade,
the elements on page, parchment, manuscript,
a silent skeleton in broad easel 
in the shifting canvass to indulge
whilst the anxious reader lured when tempted,
to guffaw or cast scorn
on bogus airs,
atmosphere an invite to the ornate word passage,
stifled giggle at depiction of reckless sun seeker,
mammoth crowd on gold grain beach putative escape,
escape that salt in scar disdain for poser bard,
but mirror squint self jibe that vain shatter,
perhaps that heart imbued  diamond gleam chaser,
should trace a tranche or two where whimsy lays its plank