I thought I would give it another attempt...Poets United has a Think Tank on Thursday, the prompt this week is water.
You comfort me
Your white caps, sandy hair, treasures
always changing
I long to be near you,
the ebb n' flow in my heart,
You linger in my thoughts,
splashing, wading memories of seasons past
drift through my filter of time
You taught me respect and patience
calming me, keeping me safe,
Salty air mingles with the wind as you
caress my soul with foamy kisses
I go to you, to observe, reflect, feel your lull.
Sometimes your mood is abrupt, crashing in on me,
reminder of your strength, your inner passion.
Home is being near you,
Listening to your rhythm pound within my heart
I grew up with you; you are part of me
You are my life preserver,
You have tossed me, caressed me, hurt me,
You are my childhood sweetheart, Your beauty lures me in
Many fear and love you;
Your soul's depth is unknown.
This is where I grew up, Penobscot Bay. We moved near here, when I was 5 yrs old; I was 6 when I learned to swim. There weren't many days, growing up that I wasn't at the warf. As time passed, I was old enough to go alone. I'd walk or ride my bike down and search for treasures, sand dollars and faded sea glass. Treasures, worn smooth and bleached by the sun. I flew kites near the bay, roller skated, saw the fireworks, met friends, hung out. I saw my husband at the shore, he was fishing off the warf. Years later we met and he said, I use to always see you there.
I did have a rogue wave hit the warf one January and soaked me. My Mom lives close by. I was fine~ It was during a Nor Easter. I loved to go watch the storms when the water's mood shifted and turned dark gray.
When I was sad it was a refugee a way to escape. I have been in boats tossed about out there, swam,
seen the fireworks, and watched the lobster boat races, etc. When I return to Maine, I have to go there first. I have to run to the edge of the warf. If I haven't been there, I am not quite home, yet. It will always be Home in my heart! Memories held precious like time in a bottle~
You comfort me
Your white caps, sandy hair, treasures
always changing
I long to be near you,
the ebb n' flow in my heart,
You linger in my thoughts,
splashing, wading memories of seasons past
drift through my filter of time
You taught me respect and patience
calming me, keeping me safe,
Salty air mingles with the wind as you
caress my soul with foamy kisses
I go to you, to observe, reflect, feel your lull.
Sometimes your mood is abrupt, crashing in on me,
reminder of your strength, your inner passion.
Home is being near you,
Listening to your rhythm pound within my heart
I grew up with you; you are part of me
You are my life preserver,
You have tossed me, caressed me, hurt me,
You are my childhood sweetheart, Your beauty lures me in
Many fear and love you;
Your soul's depth is unknown.
This is where I grew up, Penobscot Bay. We moved near here, when I was 5 yrs old; I was 6 when I learned to swim. There weren't many days, growing up that I wasn't at the warf. As time passed, I was old enough to go alone. I'd walk or ride my bike down and search for treasures, sand dollars and faded sea glass. Treasures, worn smooth and bleached by the sun. I flew kites near the bay, roller skated, saw the fireworks, met friends, hung out. I saw my husband at the shore, he was fishing off the warf. Years later we met and he said, I use to always see you there.
I did have a rogue wave hit the warf one January and soaked me. My Mom lives close by. I was fine~ It was during a Nor Easter. I loved to go watch the storms when the water's mood shifted and turned dark gray.
When I was sad it was a refugee a way to escape. I have been in boats tossed about out there, swam,
seen the fireworks, and watched the lobster boat races, etc. When I return to Maine, I have to go there first. I have to run to the edge of the warf. If I haven't been there, I am not quite home, yet. It will always be Home in my heart! Memories held precious like time in a bottle~
Comments
Thanks for sharing.
Yvonne.
"Salty air mingles with the wind as you
caress my soul with foamy kisses
I go to you, to observe, reflect, feel your lull."
What wonderful imagery.
Nice writing, I look forward to reading more of your posts.
Good to meet you. :-)
Oh, I love collecting sea glass but I'm not to fond of Nor Easter's. Got caught driving off an island in one, scared me to death. :D
Jules @ Trying To Get Over The Rainbow
this was BEAUTIFUL!
you have some serious poetic talent dear friend.
i want to visit your warf.
loves
c
Pamela
-Weasel
SC
Lynette
I swear I tasted the salt on my lips as I read....
Lauri
Lauri-Thank you; really salt...that is so sweet of you to say...okay, savory!
Elk-There is something about the water, how it mimics the rhythm of your heart and lulls you into calmness. I bet you have fond memories~
Candylei-Thank you! All I could think of is how the water would roll in just enough and the salty foam would kiss the tops of your toes.
Wanda-Thanks Wanda...You're quite the inspirational write!
Lynette-Thanks, it means a lot! I look forward to reading and learning,more from this soulful group!
Jinsky-When I first moved away,I couldn't breathe. I moved to Orlando, FL; Hubby n' I lived there 3months then to Pensacola, FL. I was happy again, near the water! You are right sea in the veins~
She-Thank you; I look forward to more of your work; Your water poem was magical!
SC-Thank you; I am glad I have discovered yours!
Julie-I hear you; I want the magic of both places.
I'm thankful for memories n' photographs; They can help us travel, when our minds are ready to wander!
Pamela-Thank you; It was magical, it was a place to soothe the soul or refresh the senses.
Chrissy-How fun that would be! Looking for sand dollars and other treasures while wandering the rocky shore line. There's no place like home...
Thank you!
Deborah-Thank you; I am glad you liked it!
Jules-Sorry to hear that! Yeah, I can relate; I have driven in some crazy storms in Maine and Alaska. What color is your fav to collect?
Thank you!
Phil-Thank you; I will visit you soon~
Susannah-Thank you; It is nice to meet you, too!
I look forward to more Think Tank Thursdays~
CissB-It is therapy for the senses; If you are exposed long enough it will touch your soul~
Dasuntoucha-Thank you so much~I look forward to your words~
Becky-Thank you; Landmarks from our memories seem to permeate our brains. This is one of my permanent features~
Mary-Hi, it is nice to meet you~ I look forward to your words~!
Bud-You always make me smile! Polar bears, huh...you are funny! I was never officially a member of that club, but in reality I probably could of been!
Yvonne-I will be by; I want to read your beach poem again! You have a way with words that flows~!
Sherry-Thank you; I think we all have a connection with nature. It has a lot to do with what we were exposed to. I love mountains, too, but nothing compares like my love for the sea.
Alex-Thanks; It is special! YOU should see all the people that walk everyday, just to get a glimpse of the beauty.
Carrie-Thank you so much; It was a source of comfort, to me and many others.
I'm sorry for the delay in reading your poem, but I have been away for a few days.
Your words with reference to the Thursday Water Prompt,(Poets United) are wonderful. I read and re-read, since I felt as though I were standing by the water's edge. I loved your words,'Salty air mingles with the wind as you caress my soul with foamy kisses'.
Your explanation as to why you wrote this particular poem, was so interesting and filled with nostalgia.
I have added your Blog, as one that I will follow!
Best wishes, Eileen
I have been behind in blogland, myself~
Thank you so much; I will visit you and I am glad
I made you feel like you were shore side! No place like it~
perfect and poetic...
Elizabeth
While we grow up, we do not realise childhood's hold on us. And then suddenly, it is the greatest gift of life we hold on to.
Beautiful !