Preferred Company

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Most of the ones beaten down, do not look for the company of another king,

preferring instead a tall glass of beer, with a trusted

friend, some soft jazz playing,

and perhaps on a good day

reading a story of

the courageous

conquering

the sea.

    

It has always been that way.

      

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The Fisherman

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So he went with some friends from work on a fishing trip.  As they popped open some beers, he drank in the wind, while the boat was leaving the harbor. As a writer, he was soaking in the sea further out, mind on another poem. Drifting.

But he did come to fish, and fish he did! Muscles aching from reeling it in, a giant sea bass! Just right for the table. And when he arrived back home, he truly was a hero. This is one story where the big one did not get away! It barely fit into the freezer.

Later as he told his story, his wife’s eyes were filled with admiration, and yes even some longing. Not much more of the story can be told here. But let’s just say, after the children were asleep, the lights were dimmed, and the curtains drawn. And the fisherman returned from the sea!

She always did love his beard……..and he always loved her hands……..on his face.

           

Writing and Image © Copyright 2016, ancient skies

Peace and blessings to everyone.

“When we love people, we give them hope.”

A Handful of Pebbles

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Where do you go to dig your well? Exploring, trekking

into the wilderness, searching the largest rocks for a word,

is it Rumi? A source to grab a hold of, a sun-burned prophet,

or an ancient sage? We can dig wells with shovels of wisdom

but My Love has taught me at the seashore, that waves do speak,

that the universe can be found in a seashell,

and that we have all the colors

we need, in a handful

of pebbles.

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Poetry and Images © Copyright 2016, ancient skies

Peace and blessings to everyone.

“When we love people, we give them hope.”

The Rhythm

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The sea never really did learn to listen

beckoning us instead to quiet ourselves

to listen to the rhythm, and the wildness

that cannot be tamed. It was

the endless, the far corners pushed

to the limits, teaching us there is an adventure

that we can be free on the waves,

with our spirits wandering

trusting, in not only what we know

but taking it in and listening

to the rhythym

of the sea.

A heartbeat.

            

Poetry and Image © Copyright 2016, ancient skies

Peace and blessings to everyone.

“When we love people, we give them hope.”

The Serenity of the Sea

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It was the serenity of sea that you fell in love with

seeing the universe in a sea shell, pebbles

between your fingers, sand between your toes,

calling you to a peace you had not known

as we walked in the dunes, saying so much

without a word, I wanted to hold you

but I could see you were in sacred territory,

I could see it in your eyes.

Will you dance and sing

with the sunrise?

I was rejoicing

seeing you so free.

         

Poetry and Image © Copyright 2016, ancient skies

Peace and blessings to everyone.

“When we love people, we give them hope.”

Our Calling

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Our calling is not a lightning bolt

more than just words on a page

our calling is to pour ourselves,

beyond the horizon

sacrificing so that love can grow,

so that we can grow

larger than the sea, washing the earth,

like the waves.

Keep loving, no matter what.

       

Poetry and Image © Copyright 2015, ancient skies

Peace and blessings to everyone.

“If you love nature, you will love people.”

Dreams of the Sea

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It was the racing yacht that jolted her memory. She knew she had been loved, that he loved the sea, and the thrill of racing. She could picture his face, or almost. As she rocked back and forth on the veranda, she remembered. She felt his arms around her as she took the helm, his breath on her neck, and whispering. They were very much in love. “Pull more to the starboard side.” He would say, as they turned the corner around the lighthouse.

They would spend entire weekends at sea, but not far from the shore. Dinner was always by candlelight, as they watched the lights along the coast. Dreaming, she suddenly felt like it was summer again, and they were off the coast of Maine. She spoke to herself, “What was his name??” She could not remember, and grew frustrated, so she dropped it.

“Mrs. Henderson?” She was jerked awake. “Mrs. Henderson, it’s time to come inside now.” The voice continued, “It’s too cold to be out here, and it’s almost suppertime…”  Julie Henderson was now ninety one, and the nursing home took good care of her. She often forgot things, and said out loud to the nurse, “What was his name???”

It wasn’t until she was in the dining room, and her plate was set before her that she thought about him again. She said out loud, “What was his name???” And suddenly she remembered. It was like a door or window opening, and she could see him clearly, and she knew. She yelled as loud as she could, “Jonathan!!” Tears streamed down her face, and she yelled his name again, “Jonathan!!”

She said in a whisper, “I will see you again sweetheart, very soon.” The tears of joy ceased, and she bowed her head slightly. By the time the nurse made it to her side, Julie Henderson was fast asleep. She was dreaming – of the sea.

        

Writing and Image © Copyright 2015, ancient skies

Peace and blessings to everyone.

“If you love nature, you will love people.”