And when I’m old, waves folded over me,
I’ll rock on lime green rudder, banded pier.
Memories brushed with foam and washed to sea
as shadows stretch beneath sun’s hot veneer.
A giant’s head once cast on fine-grained sand
with shards of shell, each broken dream broadcast,
my hands, my feet, my soul, my heart now stand
bared all to you, imprinted fragments fast.
Through wisps of sea grass bent by breath from far
beyond my eyes and mind’s percipience,
I leave behind that which I cannot bear,
relief’s great sigh, my fate without defense.
As sunset fades from blue to blackest hue,
I close, sweet day, and reach my cherished truth.
My trip to Orlando, Florida and the Wizarding World of Harry Potter brought such joy I felt like I was a First Year at Hogwarts.
It was a time to revel in the magic of places where good and evil clash. It is a place to remember where cherished ones are lost in noblest, as well as cruelest, of ways. It is life. That is the brilliance of Harry Potter. Love wins.
A trip to the beach while the “kids” were playing brought about time and images for me to try out a sonnet, my first.
There are blessings in struggle, releasing against the sea to become One again. To hear the sound. To watch the little crab. To be tickled by seaweed and warm water washing your toes.
I discovered once more that even though I am not of this warm ocean, I am of big water.
May you live each day in wonder.
May you smile at the smallest of things.
May you honor the Power of passion
in your life in all you do.
Amen. Amen. Amen.
Ah the beach. Where earth and heaven and sea merge and the energy of creation becomes one. If you believe in the vortex idea you may feel that energy flowing. Love that you reminded me of that. Ann
Ann, I was born and raised on the plains – Denver. Mountains on one side and a sea of plain on the other. But each time I go to the ocean there is a deep resonance for me. I spent time on Orcas Island after my cancer surgery and felt healing. Every time I am on sand and beach there is a power of Spirit that fills me in the way mountains never have. I cannot explain it. Thank you, dear lady. Lex