The ocean whispers songs to me: Secrets soft as swirling foam Swept away on the summer breeze.
My tears fall in the salty sea; Weeds wash around the stones; The ocean whispers songs to me.
Memories obfuscate my dreams; I’ve traveled much too far from home, Swept away on the summer breeze.
How can I know what to believe? With trust in tatters, love has flown. The ocean whispers songs to me,
Soothing my astringent grief. I sway to the rhythmic monotone, Swept away on the summer breeze.
Music sets my spirit free– Nature’s calling back her own. The ocean whispers songs to me, Swept away on the summer breeze.
Welcome to my Friday afternoon paint chip prompt. There are other paint chip prompts out there, but they’re very precise in what they ask for. Mine is open ~ write a poem, a story, a memory, whatever you like. Take your inspiration this week from Valspar’s “ocean whisper” and/or “summer breeze.” Tag your post Paint Chip Friday, or PCF, if you wish. Prompt will continue until December 31.
The coast soothes my mind, From the rhythmic crash of waves To the infinite hues of blues And greens and grays As the water undulates, Shimmers, foams, and sprays. The endless reality of days Can erase the dreamer Within my soul, But the mystery of the deep Summons her out to play And keeps her whole. It’s only natural to be magnetized By the pull of the ocean’s tides, To be seduced by the primal Scents of salt and sand, A tangle of seaweed In my hand.
Swirling under a butter sun, Languidly I become One with the current, Ever circling. This luminous pool, Loops through my lazy reverie. Vaguely aware I am losing Some essential identity, A separateness That makes me, me, I vow to forsake this place. Yet the heady siren’s call To blend into the cool blue thrall, The glassy-eyed sameness, Whispers my name. I know a belonging Even while longing To stand alone and free, Without worrying whom to please. But which path to peace?
Birds Wait so Patiently. A perfect wave Comes rolling in, bringing breakfast goodies. Out for an early dip, I feel lucky; Nature’s rhythms Wash away Worries. Peace Stays With me. Golden hours Wing through the day, Each one carrying sweet notes of birdsong.
Saturday morning was super overcast and gloomy, but I went with a couple friends for a short beach walk anyway. I wore a warm jacket and made sure to keep my ears covered.
I loved seeing the ocean swirling in silver and gray… it felt more poetic and powerful that way than when it serenely undulates under clear blue skies. The birds were thrilled because there was an abundance of tiny crabs for their breakfast. I was particularly pleased to get a nice clear pic of a bird in flight.