Thursday, May 7, 2015

The Sea, At Dawn



Meet me 
at the place
where riversong meets
the ululating susurration 
of the sea,
waves in endless cycle,
withdrawing,
coming back
to me.
I left a fragment of my heart
upon its shore,
will not be whole
until I can return
once more.

Let's raise our faces to 
the morning mist at dawn,
feel its gentle kiss
our face upon,
watch heron picky-toe along 
the fragrant shore.
Meet me where my soul,
to thrive,
needs nothing more. 

for Michael's prompt for Get Listed at Real Toads. I chose the words, fragment, withdrawing and sea.

27 comments:

  1. Beautiful.

    I broke my own rule, not to read before I wrote mine. I knew visiting would not disappoint.

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  2. When you write like this, I really miss the shore. I love how you love the sea. Loved this poem, the rhythm the rhyme and the words add up to your yearning. I sigh.

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  3. Liked "the ululating susurration
    of the sea" and " heron picky-toe" ~ Ah! Gimme a sea too...evocative poem. xx

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  4. LOVE:
    "I left a fragment of my heart
    upon its shore,"
    and I like the picky-toe!

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  5. This is just gorgeous, Sherry. I am SO enamored of that heron "picky-toe"-ing along. Awesome!

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  6. Let's raise our faces to
    the morning mist at dawn,
    feel its gentle kiss
    our face upon,

    So beautifully emotive..! :D
    xoxo

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  7. The peaceful sea is always a subject to lull one into dreamland!

    Hank

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  8. This poem can be felt, Sherry...utterly longing and beautiful...you've written the beingness of this place to life...so special.

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  9. What a peaceful water song you've created Sherry.

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  10. This is glorious Sherry.. There is such longing for the sea in your words, I also feel the longing for a person lost that makes your loss a double loss... the description of the heron is precious.

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  11. anenchanting piece, use of onomatopoeia, give it a gorgoues edge, Sherry

    much love...

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  12. a peaceful poem that gives rest to body mind and soul

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  13. Lovely, Sherry--you'll get back! k.

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  14. Gorgeous!

    "Let's raise our faces to the morning mist"

    Amen.

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  15. soooo love this poem specially "heron picky toe"...

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  16. I feel your yearning here, Sherry. It makes me empathize for the writer (you, but the same for an unknown writer). It tugs.
    Here I love the watching of the herons part. We have them here but it is the soaring hawks that I watch from our open back porch that I WILL (soon) be missing.
    ..

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  17. The heron is such a wonderful detail!

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  18. picky-toe is JUST perfect. Adore this sweet love song of a poem. Beautiful

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  19. This is so beautiful and haunting. I love 'picky-toe'
    and ululating susurration.

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  20. I so want to meet the speaker at that place. Just to see her face and bathe in all the happiness.

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  21. wonderful, Sherry. Thanks for this beautiful joinder to the prompt ~

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  22. I left a fragment of my heart
    upon its shore,
    will not be whole
    until I can return
    once more...

    This says so much to me about those things we long for all our lives.

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  23. A great lift and flow to this, Sherry--and the longing....so beautiful.

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  24. A beautiful atmosphere created by your poem, Sherry!

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  25. Refreshing
    Dazzlingzest.blogspot.com
    Follow each other
    Xoxo

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  26. Yearning to be where the spirit finds home...beautiful

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