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








Comments

  1. I enjoy the lapping rhythm of this poem, and the images of thought as compared to the sea tide. Thank you for sharing it!

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  2. I enjoy the lapping rhythm of this poem, and the images of thought as compared to the sea tide. Thank you for sharing it!

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  3. You put into words exactly how spending time on the beach puts me into a zen state that is so restorative to my mind.

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  4. There's nothing quite so restorative as watching and listening to the ocean's rhythms.

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  5. I admit, I did a double take when reading your comment on TWT but on the hottest days here, I dream about winter. :)

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  6. I love being at the beach with you, Alan. Loved this poem. Makes me want to write one as I remember Cancun and beaches.
    Digital Bonnie

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