A sea smell drifts across the street, into my room, and I am called towards the waves.
Drifting along with my favourite thongs and my togs, off I float away.
The sea sounds sing a song of waves, boats, humans, and the thrill of another day.
Dipping a toe, then a foot, then my whole I am lost in amongst waves.
Category: sea
On the Couch
Sitting on the couch
Music plays you to sleep
Slumped on the couch
You drift towards dreams
Sleeping on the couch
Sea Water moves over you
Salty sand on the couch
You wonder where you are
Absent Sea
I dreamt of the absent sea.
No saltwater stirring the waves,
no moon or sea for you and me.
When I awoke in the night,
there was no morning light,
yet the moonlight was bright.
I dreamt of the absent sea.
No saltwater stirs the waves,
no moon nor you, soon no me.
Standing on the Shore
A wave breaks the sadness
you feel looking at the sea.
Young hearts shouldn’t hurt like
yours hurts under a perfect sky.
Another wave crashes into
many pieces of aquamarine;
water gems breaking and
moving back into the sea.
You take a false step forward,
not grasping the consequences.
A wave misses the target,
failing to deliver the blow.
Your heart moves you to stay,
so you remain standing
on the shore, heart-pounding;
shivering at the thought of
what could have been:
you, the aquamarines,
the sea none the wiser.
Still Life
Sitting and standing,
painting a still life of fruit.
The right light today. Fruits, once alive, become immortal on the canvas, as part of their being is forever alive in the paint and the brush.
A calm move through the studio as this place feels right today.
The last stroke moves along, and the canvas becomes something new; pieces of fruit are falling from an unknown place in the sea.
Reflected Truths
Rain falls,
a springtime chill.
The hills green,
your heart is happy.
The sea tells no
lies; you miss her.
Yet the hills feel
the rise and fall
of the winds that
touched the sea.
The rain, just like
the sea shows
reflected truths;
you only need
to look and listen.
The Change
Howling from the forest,
Wintertime is on the way.
A sea breeze turns wild,
Clouds move overhead.
Woods once silent, now
move in urgency to the sky.
Many crows do fly across the sky,
To show us a Portent of death.
Sailing to You
To sail my ship on your churning waves,
feeling the turbulence of your will, the struggles.
Weathering the storms to enter your port,
sailing wildly into your heart to never sail again.
The Sea, You & Me
A full moon illuminates the bioluminescent sea;
calm before the waves were wild and free.
We jump into a dingy and take a tour of the sea,
to see how the light shines just for you and me.
A jellyfish dances below us in the luminous sea,
then you make a funny face, and you laugh at me.
We set a path for the shore as we admire the sea,
you and I silent thinking of the ring you gave me.
A Sea Song
Sea sounds sing a song
for the sorrows faced this year,
a susurrus song.
C & K 