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What is it we search for within the waves?
Is it simply the rhythm
of the earth washing our spirits,
or maybe a reflection
pulling from our memories within?
Mostly I think, we become……
at peace with ourselves.
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Summer sun and sunscreen, yelling into the air,
“I cannot put this book down…..she escaped again!”
washing the sand off my feet, means
I’ll be back again….
Well I didn’t exactly do a good job of taking a summer break, now did I? There were several reasons, one of which is my wife and I got sick (nothing major).
So our time at the beach was cut short. We have been taking a break though, spending time together.
I’ve read two novels so far, and I’m on my third. I had forgotten how much I loved a good action, sci-fi adventure!
And the book I was yelling about in the poem? The Rook, by Daniel O’Malley, which crosses a number of genres. It’s a sci-fi, paranormal, mystery, spy adventure. I do recommend it.
P.S. I’m still taking it easy. Have a great summer!
Peace.
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Even in our fractured spirits hope finds a way, finds an opening
so that we begin to long for the healing,
allowing the peace to take over
as if we were the ocean
unlimited,
filled
with sunlight.
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It was windy on the beach today,
with children chasing waves,
and seagulls
ruling the skies.
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Even in our brokenness, we still hold on to our hope lingering
as if hope carried sails filled with wind,
we move forward now
beginning again,
while light sparkles
on our seas.
Note: From my archives.
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The wet sand beneath his feet, the pattern of waves rolling in,
curling in, until crashing
on the shore then fanning out
a thin layer of the sea
reaching for his feet
and he realized
he was filled
with peace now.
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In those waves where light seems to glitter,
ride memories
of a boy on a raft,
of body surfing, and wipe outs
and dreaming
of being old enough
to drive,
a Chevy of course
old enough to take Marianne
on a date……
would she want to dance?
Suddenly a seagull woke the old man….
squawking again
for a piece of bread.
He reached into the bag
and threw some crumbs in the air…..
longing for more
of his sweet summer memories.
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