Open Poetry #11 |
Gaia's Womb |
jwesley Member Rara Avis
since 2000-04-30
Posts 7563Spring, Texas |
Resting, sitting on the beach, where the waves ebb and flow, their liquid warmth slowly pulling sand from beneath me, gently lowering me to a place where sand and sea are one, returning what once was it's own back to whence it came; Gaia's womb, calling me home. Watching seagulls wheel and turn, their raucous laughter boldly taunting all they see, masters of air, wavetops too… wish they were me. A fiddler crab, eyeing me, daring me to chase him down, just me and him, a game of tag, his huge, waving claw, beckoning, beckoning… much as the sea is calling me. I feel the tides within my bones, the ebb and flow of life itself, daily rituals that come and go, with every breath, I know. Slowly I stand, looking out to sea, hearing the waves calling to me; but today I refuse it's symphony, it's with family and friends, I would rather be. w. james beard, jr. © December 2000 |
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Kethry Member Rara Avis
since 2000-07-29
Posts 9082Victoria Australia |
James, what beautiful sentiments about home and family you have expressed here, smoothly done. Write on Kethry Religion is for people frightened about going to hell - Spirituality is for people who have been there. Anon. |
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inot2B Member Elite
since 2000-09-18
Posts 2205Arkansas |
Oh I think the goddess of earth will forgive you this time. Family and friends are what counts now. |
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dgvarner Member Elite
since 2000-05-13
Posts 3552High Springs, Florida |
very beautifully written.. hugs, g "the beginning of wisdom is, 'i do not know'" -unknown |
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Victoria
since 2000-08-12
Posts 5869 |
very lovely James..beautifully done ~Victoria~ A poem is never finished, only abandoned. - Paul Valery (1871-1945) |
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