A soft spoken sea

A soft spoken sea …

Sitting as motionless as the ebbing flow I noticed a slight shift
this shifting in the motion of all things
yet only one at a time
bringing all to life and to light
the wind began a morning cool
the caps lifting  slightly to the sky
one new morning
like an old friend arriving
in a sunday yard

Yet arriving at a time most desired
the  small white lapstrake tender
a man bent over the oars
a slight wake moving behind him
the swells deliver him to his chores
the soft tinkling of metal on metal
the ropes and  pulleys on a mast
of nets moving in the breeze
busying himself with the day

The gulls dive and dance in  a dizzying display
the sea foam around the piers
seaweed on incoming swells
a morning dance among the piping plovers
the scent of a thousand mornings at sea
has begun
of old decay
of new birth
and just as all light begins to turn to gold
I pull my collar up around my neck
as man and women have
for thousands of years

 

 

EdF

Sometime in my life I started to write about my life journey , in poetry, in storyperhaps to sort them out and enter them intoa place of safe keeping . The soul of the writeris perhaps best described in their words , emotions and thoughts . If these poemsor stories touch something inside youthen maybe I have succeeded in sharing . I will not write about my selfin profile , because self isn't so important in writing . Only the journey in wordsandthe sharing areimportant . Why would weever say " Now about me !"........I'd rather write about life , nature , serenity ........

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EdF

Sometime in my life I started to write about my life journey , in poetry , in story perhaps to sort them out and enter them into a place of safe keeping . The soul of the writer is perhaps best described in their words , emotions and thoughts . If these poems or stories touch something inside you then maybe I have succeeded in sharing . I will not write about my self in profile , because self isn't so important in writing . Only the journey in words and the sharing are important . Why would we ever say " Now about me !"........I'd rather write about life , nature , serenity ........

5 thoughts on “A soft spoken sea

  • July 13, 2018 at 1:24 PM
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    Very pleasant rendering of a quiet day, a reminiscing of things that have been repeated for centuries. Lovely verse and so well penned, Ed. Great work dear friend.

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  • July 13, 2018 at 9:44 PM
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    Nicely penned and descriptive, Ed. Just one thing: you might want to rewrite the first line, ‘ebbing isn’t motionless’ perhaps a more apt word? Cheers!

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  • July 13, 2018 at 11:38 PM
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    I enjoyed this, Ed. Great to read a new poem by you, and you write so descriptively about the sea. This evoked a feeling of calm and peacefulness.

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  • July 14, 2018 at 7:29 PM
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    Makes me want to leave the mountains and head toward the sea Ed. Nicely done.

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  • July 16, 2018 at 5:19 PM
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    Ed, the sea has always interested me. I’ve fished in it, swam in it but never crossed over it from country to country. I admire and respect it’s force. I enjoy the sandy beaches, the scent of seaweed, the smell of the salty air and the many types of birds that circle above it. It’s truly an enchanting place with it’s deepest mysteries within it’s depths. Your description of the sea and it’s many virtues was truly wonderful. Well penned Ed.

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