Saturday, August 16, 2014

House of Sand



I spun my house from sea sand 
and early morning mist,
wrapped it around me  like a foggy cloak 
to the joyous sussuration of the waves,
filled it with daybreak and evensong,
used beach glass for all the windows.

And there I lived, driftwood walls
open to the sky, a ceiling full 
of  stars and windsong,
 seabirds on the wing,
ever-changing clouds 
  and refracted  light.

Like the sand dollar, I wove my home
from the sand around me, used its grit
to polish the bones of my dwelling,
carried it with me when I left,
sea song swelling,
ebbing, flowing, 
ceaselessly and forever,
in my heart.



40 comments:

  1. Right down to the heartbeat the sea and sand sings you in this poem. A powerful conjuring and half mystical thought. Love.

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  2. Ahhh! I remember this photo of you in your sea house! This is the perfect poem and invocation of your soul's journey back to the sea.

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  3. So beautiful these lines, all of them. I could sit and meditate on them and keep drawing meaning. i can hear the sea in this, its vastness and the dwelling we make within it. Really lovely Sherry. I love this.

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  4. What a lovely pace to be, listening to the sea songs and seeing the ever changing clouds ~ Beautiful Sherry ~

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  5. I love this in so many ways Sherry! This just speaks to the bones in me

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  6. Weaving one's home from sand -- what a lovely thought!

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  7. Your closeness to the sea is reflected beautifully in your words, Sherry. I like the photos you chose too.

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  8. This is so beautiful Sherry...your connection to the sea is so profound.

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  9. Great one Sherry!....and you didn't even cast a stone to do it.

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  10. could feel your heartbeat Sherry in all the words...beautiful

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  11. Wow, this immediately becomes my favourite if yours (so far). Just beautiful!

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  12. Happiness - using what you've got, where you are. Nicely captured.

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  13. Sounds delightful. As long at it is warm, of course. I have my limits.

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  14. You've done it again!
    A concoction of delicious thoughts wrapped in the silver paper of dreams.
    and you reminded me of a similar 'dwelling' I had as a girl, woven of bundles of grass in a clearing in the woods. Thank you for this sunday morning treat.

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  15. Oh how I loved this as it allowed me to relive my childish dreams and memories of tree houses and sandcastles and other secret places, blown away now by the winds of time.

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  16. hmmm.... that sounds like a beautiful house.... a ceiling full
    of stars and windsong... oh i like...

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  17. Lovely words and so beautifully crafted to make this just create a vivid picture, Really nice,

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  18. A house of dreams - in sussuration from the waves.. There is a richness in the sand dollars that you have to be there to truly love. Love this poem - that have the rhythm of the waves built in.

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  19. sussaration rules this poem - it is a word of such keening vibrant "sense-ibility" that I am pulled into and under the tide of your longing... beautiful

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  20. That house is beautiful it sings a song of nature..
    a house filled with hopes and dreams. I really enjoyed this Sherry.

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  21. I love the imagery, so beautiful, Sherry! :)

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  22. I've always been a lover of the hope offered by driftwood and sea glass. The smoothness of trash made art makes me think of dreams come true, and the colors of sea glass arches rainbows over those dreams.

    Love the picture your words have built...

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  23. I love the rhythmic quality to this poem....and what a beautiful use of 'susurration' here!

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  24. Beautiful Sherry, your love for this place seeps from every word.

    Elizabeth

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  25. The sand dollar is pretty good currency--lovely images here and a kind of free utopia. Thanks, Sherry. k.

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  26. Sherry,

    This poem does a very fine job of returning you back to your preferred place of being..A sea creature at heart, surrounded by the objects of nature...A magnificent poem Sherry!
    Best wishes as always, Eileen

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  27. OH wonderful. I really enjoyed it.

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  28. Love the fantastic dreams, and all these sounding you add to every verse :) ps: have you been checking your email recently? xx

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  29. I love everything about this Sherry, such a brilliant write.

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  30. oh to live in a driftwood dwelling always being beckoned by the sea. I love the sea song that sings in our hearts and never releases.

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  31. ah this is lovely...i miss my home by the sea...i used to dive for shells and live sand dollars...they are covered in this red hair like stuff...so cool....a driftwood home would be awesome

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  32. I am craving the sea~ Your heart shines in your words~ I too want to be home, by the sea!

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  33. that's a good place to keep it - our hearts :) ~

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