Thursday, 5 December 2013

The Ocean

I wandered the streets,
Cold, grey and lonely.
A city of pavements,
Crowds stepped them daily,
Past tall soulless buildings
Entombed in a plight.
No light in this city,
Only shadows in flight.

I thought as I wandered,
Of sun, sand, rock pools.
The laughter of children.
Sandcastles, seaweed jewels.
How a bed full of seashells,
Blooming love, smelling pure,
Tickles our senses,
As we walk the sea shore.

I walked up a hill.
I looked down far below.
Over the bar, a high tide.
Waves clear, bluey green.
I heard a child giggle.
I ran towards the sound.
My hair in the sea breeze
Til my toes touched the sand.

I looked over my shoulder
To the place I had been.
It was cold, grey and lonely,
Shadows still seen.
A shudder went through me.
I turned back around.
I took a step forward.
I smiled at a sound.

Waves crash the rocks.
I strolled into the sea.
Remembrance of salt water
And times I was free.
Happiness returned
As I studied the swell.
No more cold, no more grey.
My loneliness quelled.



10 comments:

  1. Wonderful mixture of feelings you drew out if me.

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  2. The ocean is the great mother rejuvenating us all

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    1. Thanks for reading Squid. Yes, it is. I can't tell you how much I love the ocean.

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  3. Fantastic poem Francine Hirst. It makes me long to be back on a beach. You captured the smells and feelings so well. Thank you for sharing.

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  4. I just love your work, Francine. It has a spark very few can capture and a uniqueness that is all your own.

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  5. I long to be there Fran, you evoked memories with this beautiful poem. Well done my friend!!!

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  6. Great poem Fran! All too often in life we get bogged down with the mundane things. We should all take time out, now and again, and perhaps take a stroll along your beach of happy memories.

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