Open Poetry #48 |
The sea and shore |
Honeybunch Member Rara Avis
since 2001-12-29
Posts 7115South Africa |
The sea woke to more than before for sleep her only succour in all the days of her life entrapped within the harbour waiting for ships to set sail. Slowly, slowly, one by one they sailed off in their own directions to leave the sea free at last to explore with a sense of adventure new and untested shores. Sea looks to horizons of gold maybe soon to make themselves known and charters a course within a dream to make of her life a settled state. But the sea being sea doesn’t believe in embracing the new and untried for deep in her psyche the knowledge of years always leads to that one and only. Perhaps one day she’ll touch on that shore sweet and gently like love does or maybe she’ll thrash in anger and land on the shore like a woman ignored. But the sea like me grown weary with age simply waits for the call of time to prepare her own personal sails for that journey of a lifetime. Will the sea stay, will the sea go? No one can know what time will bring as we enter the year two thousand thirteen! Helen / 30 December 2012 |
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Victoria
since 2000-08-12
Posts 5869 |
Perhaps one day she’ll touch on that shore sweet and gently like love does or maybe she’ll thrash in anger and land on the shore like a woman ignored. A beautiful poem indeed Helen. Loved it! ~Victoria Life is a great big canvas-Throw all the paint on it you can. |
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Honeybunch Member Rara Avis
since 2001-12-29
Posts 7115South Africa |
Thank you, Victoria. Oh, yes, the sea and the shore together yet apart - there's beauty and sadness in that. |
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BluesSerenade Member Patricius
since 2001-10-23
Posts 10549By the Seaside |
This was such good reading, Helen. Yes, many hearts have been left on the shore or tossed out to sea. Loved your metaphor and how you tied it to the heart of the sea~ |
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jwesley Member Rara Avis
since 2000-04-30
Posts 7563Spring, Texas |
I think all longing starts with the sea and the heart feels it's elusiveness (no two waves are ever the same, and neither is love). . . Enjoyed, my friend. j. |
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