on our adventure
travelling to distant lands
on the computer
dreaming of foreign cuisine
imagining seawater
Category: Sea Poetry
Be My, Be Mine
Be my companion
Look to me as your lighthouse
through good times and bad
Be mine until our ship sails
from the shell-covered sea shore
The Call of the Sea
Another transient weekend
replaced too soon by the
jealous work week.
Barely rested from last week,
the new work week takes
away our day at the sea.
The sounds of the old waves
moving towards the shore,
enticing us quit our jobs and
flee the neverending cycle.
Softly through the Sea
Softly,
through a sea so warm moves a creature alone.
Brightly,
light from within attracts friends and foes.
Radiant
within the water, so salty sweet box jellyfish moves to emanate colour and grace.
Sea Glass & Sandstone
Wading in the sea glass and the sandstone,
look for the place where you used to stand,
thinking back to every time we came here.
An image of you returns.
I cannot remove that image from my mind;
you continue haunting
my life, my mind, and this place of our own.
Wading with only beautiful memories of you,
hearing the bombs fall,
my heart and my mind yearn to see you again.
Seaside
By the seaside, we stay
living our lives away.
We oft say “come what may“,
as we live for today.
Til the end of the play,
we’ll live only our way.
Old Love
We met on a frozen shore.
Now,
we don’t see the sea anymore.
Anchored to the Shore
Anchored to the shore,
sitting still and afraid to swim for the horizon.
Out there in the blue,
there is a place for everyone out in the blue.
Remaining anchored to the shore,
never seeing and feeling the differences.
Here there is no growth,
so courageously, you pull up the anchor.
Free, you start to swim,
the feeling of freedom and exploration.
Music of the Sea
The music of the sea,
I hear you play for me.
The music of the sea,
You help me to be me.
The music of the sea,
I become so very free.
The music of the sea,
You helped me to see.
Island Home
A wild wind howls,
cold and free
from your aching.
The sea is freezing,
ice boulders
sit lining the shore.
A green windswept
set of ancient
mountains far away.
The sea is so loud,
calling you
to stay the course.
You fall to the sand,
free again
on your island home.
C & K 