Poetry Friday : March 3, 2017.
Slice of Life March Challenge. No.3.
On Day 3 in Ecuador, we are all hoping for a trip to the beach — the beach where my grandkids found a sea turtle their last time there. So if the weather permits — no thunderstorms, no rain — I may be posting some interesting things from the coast, and then again, I may not.
So, until then, I’ll post a poem I wrote last year . . .
The sea is calling me
Calling me, calling me
The sea is calling me
But I cannot go.
Her waves crest and fall
She rumbles, she roars
The sea is calling me
But I cannot go.
She churns up the sand
She sweeps up the shore
The sea is calling me
But I cannot go.
She scours high cliffs
With her briny spray
The sea is calling me
But I cannot go.
Never-ending
Forever beckoning
My sea is calling me
And soon I will go.
To curl my toes
In cool wet sand
To watch the surf
Foam by my feet
To hear gulls call
And swoop overhead
To taste the salt
To feel the breeze
To blush beneath
The kiss of Sun
To know not where
My horizon ends
Oh! Yes!
The sea is calling me
Calling me, calling me
And I must go!
© 2016 Alice Nine
I so love the exuberance of this airborne moment — arms outstretched, hands covered with sand, and both feet off the ground. It is exactly how I feel when I’m near the surf.
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Alice, you make me ache for the beach. And summer. They go together.
Brenda, “ache” is a good word for that wistful, yearning for beach and summer. I will have to remember it for this context.
I was happy to take a brief break from the cold and imagine sandcastles.
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Alice, your poem could be about any beach anywhere–but I bet the beach in Ecuador is special. Your words do achieve the same exuberant, airborne moment of the photo–beautiful!
Thank you, Heidi!
Hope you are having fun! Thanks for sharing this poem with its lovely repetition.
Oh, I am! 🙂
Ahh! What a lovely change from the CANNOTs to the MUST!
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I especially love this stanza of your poem:
To blush beneath
The kiss of Sun
To know not where
My horizon ends
Wishing you warm sea memories, Alice, and hoping you get that trip!
Thank you, Michelle. I’m glad you liked that stanza. In it’s last two lines I tried express the draw I feel to the world beyond my spot of surf when I’m on the beach.
I just took a long walk on the beach earlier this week. Visiting the ocean always leaves me feeling rejuvenated. Love your poem and its vivid verbs.
Rejuvenate. That is exactly what time at the beach does for me.
Something about the sea that calls to us all. Love the anaphora in this poem. It echoes and calls like the sea.
Thank you for noticing, Margaret. I love how you express the rhythm in your last sentence.
Lovely! Ruth, thereisnosuchthingasagodforsakentown.blogspot.com
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The sea calls to me too. I won’t be able to go until summer.
Here’s to some great beach days this summer!
Such a beautiful poem! I felt like I was taken on a trip to the beach. Love the repetition, too! 🙂
Thank you for stopping by and saying so! 🙂
How the sea does call! Alas, I am so far away. Wish I could at least say, “Soon!”
🙁 I remember those years when we lived “far away.”
Alice, thank you for sharing your thoughts on one of my favorite places, the sea. I liked how you built up the poem from I cannot go to I must go. Thanks how I feel when the weather calls me to the ocean.
Thank you, Carol. There is nothing quite like the draw of the sea.
OMG! That looks so beautiful, Alice! I’m in blustery Pennsylvania today. I’d love to be on the beach.
Soon summer will come, and I’m wishing you that when it does, you get some beach time.
We already have a beach week planned and I CANNOT WAIT!
Yeah!
It’s a cold and blustery day here in the North East – but you took me to your beach…thanks!
Isn’t wonderful how words can transport to another place or time?
I love the lap of the sea. It is soothing.
Ah yes! I love your word choice: “lap of the sea” and “soothing.”
When the sea calls, it has to be answered.
Well said, Bob!
I often hear the sea calling me as well. Too bad it isn’t close by.
There was a time when I counted the distance by days, but I’m so glad it is now by hours.
It’s a winter sea here… but the poem rings… and I can feel the sea calling me. “Soon. Very soon!” I have called back.
Winter seas are beautiful. Sounds like you have a date with the sea.
Love how you show the passage of time in your poem! I hope you were able to visit the beach again. What a great trip!
Thank you, Jennifer. I never get enough of the beach.
Oh, how I long to dip my toes into the sea! I’m lucky enough to live very close to the sea, but the water is frigid, so I won’t be splashing into it anytime soon! 😉
I can only imagine your cold sea … a cold that turns toes blue.