Slice of Life Tuesday - Surrender to the Sea
A Tuesday poem. Inspired by the feint winter sunlight over the bay as I turned towards home along the esplanade this afternoon. I dream of summer, seemingly a world away at present as Australia endures a wet, windy winter.
Surrender to the Sea
The
beach is not a place to work hard
Too
hot and damp
And
soft
Never
a place to conjure up fanciful dreams
It
rises against ideas
Washing
away thoughts and grand plans
Rhythms
of the sea capture our attention
Waves
Slap
the shoreline endlessly
Wind
Dashes
through the trees beyond the scrubby headland
The
slow flapping of a seagull skimming the surface of the bay steals our gaze
Under
the spell of beach scenes
We
relax
We
stretch
Our
thoughts flatten
Leaving
our minds bare and open
Like
the shoreline at sunrise
The
busy rush of the day is erased
Just
as the tide washes away yesterday’s sandcastles
The
ragged edges of our minds are gently smoothed like sea glass
I enjoy the lapping rhythm of this poem, and the images of thought as compared to the sea tide. Thank you for sharing it!
ReplyDeleteI enjoy the lapping rhythm of this poem, and the images of thought as compared to the sea tide. Thank you for sharing it!
ReplyDeleteYou put into words exactly how spending time on the beach puts me into a zen state that is so restorative to my mind.
ReplyDeleteThere's nothing quite so restorative as watching and listening to the ocean's rhythms.
ReplyDeleteI admit, I did a double take when reading your comment on TWT but on the hottest days here, I dream about winter. :)
ReplyDeleteI love being at the beach with you, Alan. Loved this poem. Makes me want to write one as I remember Cancun and beaches.
ReplyDeleteDigital Bonnie