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.
Sitting and standing,
painting a still life of fruit.
The right light moves in today. Fruits
once alive become immortal on the
canvas, as part of their being, will
forever live in the paint, the brush.
A calm moves through the studio, as
this place has the right feeling today.
The last stroke taken, the canvas is
pieces of fruit falling from an
unknown place in the sea.
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
you only need
to look and listen.
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.
A full moon illuminates the bioluminescent sea;
calm, yet 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.
Living in the middle of nowhere can feel like a lonely place to be.
He sits at the table dreaming of the sea, as odd noises are coming from the upstairs bathroom.
Curious, he runs up to see the bathtub has overflowed seawater onto his favourite tiles.
Sea sounds sing a song
for the sorrows faced this year,
a susurrus song.
A warm Summer breeze
ocean waves moving slowly
The sea is always
calling to my heart to swim
in her wild waters.
Daydreams take hold playing a reel of
what could have been of my little life.
Couching and cooking won’t help my
waistline, nor stop the movies playing.
Succumbing to the reel of many fantasies,
I sit for hours unaware of the time of day.
Daydreams play themselves until the end,
yet I remain the same person I once was.
Idle, I didn’t realise holding on to a dream
could mean losing the one I love the most.