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.
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,
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,
to thrive,
needs nothing more.
for Michael's prompt for Get Listed at Real Toads. I chose the words, fragment, withdrawing and sea.
Beautiful.
ReplyDeleteI broke my own rule, not to read before I wrote mine. I knew visiting would not disappoint.
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.
ReplyDeleteLiked "the ululating susurration
ReplyDeleteof the sea" and " heron picky-toe" ~ Ah! Gimme a sea too...evocative poem. xx
LOVE:
ReplyDelete"I left a fragment of my heart
upon its shore,"
and I like the picky-toe!
This is just gorgeous, Sherry. I am SO enamored of that heron "picky-toe"-ing along. Awesome!
ReplyDeleteLet's raise our faces to
ReplyDeletethe morning mist at dawn,
feel its gentle kiss
our face upon,
So beautifully emotive..! :D
xoxo
The peaceful sea is always a subject to lull one into dreamland!
ReplyDeleteHank
This poem can be felt, Sherry...utterly longing and beautiful...you've written the beingness of this place to life...so special.
ReplyDeleteWhat a peaceful water song you've created Sherry.
ReplyDeleteThis 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.
ReplyDeleteanenchanting piece, use of onomatopoeia, give it a gorgoues edge, Sherry
ReplyDeletemuch love...
a peaceful poem that gives rest to body mind and soul
ReplyDeleteLovely, Sherry--you'll get back! k.
ReplyDeleteGorgeous!
ReplyDelete"Let's raise our faces to the morning mist"
Amen.
soooo love this poem specially "heron picky toe"...
ReplyDeleteI feel your yearning here, Sherry. It makes me empathize for the writer (you, but the same for an unknown writer). It tugs.
ReplyDeleteHere 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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The heron is such a wonderful detail!
ReplyDeletepicky-toe is JUST perfect. Adore this sweet love song of a poem. Beautiful
ReplyDeleteHow beautiful! So mote it be.
ReplyDeleteThis is so beautiful and haunting. I love 'picky-toe'
ReplyDeleteand ululating susurration.
I so want to meet the speaker at that place. Just to see her face and bathe in all the happiness.
ReplyDeletewonderful, Sherry. Thanks for this beautiful joinder to the prompt ~
ReplyDeleteI left a fragment of my heart
ReplyDeleteupon 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.
A great lift and flow to this, Sherry--and the longing....so beautiful.
ReplyDeleteA beautiful atmosphere created by your poem, Sherry!
ReplyDeleteRefreshing
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Follow each other
Xoxo
Yearning to be where the spirit finds home...beautiful
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