Ebb-Tide Dreaming.
The shore-line calls tonight, and I oblige.
Shoes in hand, I stride drained sands
And follow ebbing tide.
Stray wisps of cloud paint dusk in sooty
Streaks, as winged flurries bring home
Solo birds here to roost.
Small waves break, ripple gently then enfold
My sandy feet in foam, puddles
Shine wet, like molten gold.
Abandoned shells lie dry in endless rows,
Oiled seaweed slips aside, as
Crabs rush, and brush my toes.
Night sky darkens, stillness fills the quiet air,
I know somewhere he gazes
At the same star, sharing.
Timeless ebb and flow allows for dreaming.
I walk contented home, sure
This place gives life meaning.
heterodynemind
Thanks for letting me see this through your eyes. I agree, we all need a place to walk like this, to give more meaning to life.
Thanks for letting me see this through your eyes. I agree, we all need a place to walk like this, to give more meaning to life.
sonetta
love this Fay....the rhyme and the cadence is like the ebbing tide....so soothing and relaxing (beautiful form...so nice to hear aloud!)
love this Fay....the rhyme and the cadence is like the ebbing tide....so soothing and relaxing (beautiful form...so nice to hear aloud!)
Ernestine Northover
Just delightful. A dreamy read and a pleasure to find. Thank you for that pleasure.
Just delightful. A dreamy read and a pleasure to find. Thank you for that pleasure.
Carl Harris
The tranquil aura of this beautiful poem was a delight to feel, Fay, as I read your lovely words in this exceptionally expressive write. Having walked many twilight and early evening beaches of our Jersey seashore myself, I always marvel at what one finds with the ebbing tide. Carl.
The tranquil aura of this beautiful poem was a delight to feel, Fay, as I read your lovely words in this exceptionally expressive write. Having walked many twilight and early evening beaches of our Jersey seashore myself, I always marvel at what one finds with the ebbing tide. Carl.
Karin Anderson
Such a gentle title and poem too. You make your picture come to life with flowing and beckoning words. 'Shoes in hand' gives the feeling of freedom and so much beauty.
Such a gentle title and poem too. You make your picture come to life with flowing and beckoning words. 'Shoes in hand' gives the feeling of freedom and so much beauty.
carol
a picture of peacefulness
a picture of peacefulness
Frank James Ryan Jr./FjR
Made me yearn for summer in Cape May, New Jersey... Your depiction was delivered as if you've been there....A fine piece of work,Fay....But of course ! FjR-2010
Made me yearn for summer in Cape May, New Jersey... Your depiction was delivered as if you've been there....A fine piece of work,Fay....But of course ! FjR-2010
Linda Ori
What a beautiful scene you've painted with your colorful words. A peaceful and serene place for sending dreams to wherever they need to go. Beautifully written.
What a beautiful scene you've painted with your colorful words. A peaceful and serene place for sending dreams to wherever they need to go. Beautifully written.
T A Ramesh
Every life form indeed started from sea! This is the beautiful surrounding where one really gets relaxation needed! Your beautifully depicted picture of relaxation is wonderful to read!
Every life form indeed started from sea! This is the beautiful surrounding where one really gets relaxation needed! Your beautifully depicted picture of relaxation is wonderful to read!
I love the expansion of thought throughout this poem...a haiku couldn't have accomplished this total package of time well spent...as you have guessed by now I love writing Haiku...thus the reference. Absolutely beautiful! Dorothy