The ocean rushes in and kisses the shore
like a lover that has missed those tantilizing lips.
Sunlight shivers over the foaming waves
of the impatient sea as it quickly surges for more.
Glittering with tiny diamond points of light
the shore embraces the mighty breakers
as they enfold the many grains of honey colored
sand that glows in the sun so bright.
She shows herself to many who live and breathe her way .
The sailors, the fishermen and those whose blood runs sea-green
foam know her mighty power, quiet moonlit beauty
and the gentle lapping of her tidal pools on the bay.
She is majesty, power, violence, gentleness and beauty.
She is mother to all creation.
She casts her eyes above her to the Moon,
from which her tides get their sense of duty.
She is full of mystery and holds the key
to a box of secrets that leads to the many shipwrecks
that lie under her depths as she comforts, strokes
and soothes those within hearing distance of the murmuring sea.
She rushes in and kisses the shore
like a lover that has missed those tantalizing lips.
Sunlight shivers over her foaming waves
as she impatiently surges for more.
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Reviewed by Gustaf Martin (Reader)
Reviewed on March 2, 2023
So spritual and comforting. Can this poem really kill a soul? the answer might be yes.
Heavenly peace found.
I have heard that the ocean hates to give up its lost. Many are buried at sea never to return. I know of some whose plane went down in the ocean and they left behind children and wives in the 2nd world war. The ocean has many lives beneath it but still rolls on and on and gives us her tides.
Reviewed by Hanley Harding (Reader)
Reviewed on October 23, 2005
Dear SCM;
Greetings, Lady. You popped up on the Featured Author Homepage and I just had to stop by. I VERY MUCH enjoyed (and relate to) this piece of yours. Wonderful. I would like to suggest (maybe it was a typo?) that in these two lines:
"The sailors, the fishermen and those whose blood runs sea-green
foam know her mighty power, quiet moonlit beauty"
it should read "sea-foam green" instead of "sea-green foam"...
This has close ties with the sailor's innermost feelings in my "He Spoke of Leila Rose" poem.
VERY NICE!!!
As always... all the best to you and yours, my "sister" Celtic poet.
Lovely rhythmical motion as in the sea hugging the shore ,again and again..till the sand vacillating between earth and water reaches a paroxystic moment..."those tantalizing lips"..Anne pawlak.
Silver, this is beautiful, a true poem of Mother ocean, and I think I am one of those that have that sea green foam running thru my veins...Mother ocean would be proud of you...Peace, Ed & Rufuz
Beautiful! How well and in fascination you describe the sea! I never thought of it as a woman, but you have changed my outlook.
Thanks so much for sharing!
Due to illness my cover artist, Jack Hoyle, of t-rexstudios.com is still producing the final cover for this title. The cover shown is just a place holder cover. Thanks for understanding, MR
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Heavenly peace found.
Best Regards
G.M
Greetings, Lady. You popped up on the Featured Author Homepage and I just had to stop by. I VERY MUCH enjoyed (and relate to) this piece of yours. Wonderful. I would like to suggest (maybe it was a typo?) that in these two lines:
"The sailors, the fishermen and those whose blood runs sea-green
foam know her mighty power, quiet moonlit beauty"
it should read "sea-foam green" instead of "sea-green foam"...
This has close ties with the sailor's innermost feelings in my "He Spoke of Leila Rose" poem.
VERY NICE!!!
As always... all the best to you and yours, my "sister" Celtic poet.
Hanley
I'm so happy to have found your work.
Brava! I look forward to reading your
stories and more poetry.-Dale
Thanks so much for sharing!
i love the image !
jessica
aka
gypsie
love Tinka