The Sea & Me
This weeks exercise at The Poetry Salon was an Object/Thing poem. Not being predictable or anything, I chose a muse which is notorious for providing me inspiration. Stop on over and give it a try! The AumZone is an awesome new spiritual community and Joanne, your host at the Poetry Salon has posted some great links and examples. Let's see the "Object" of your affection :)
The Sea & Me
The damp slapping thunders in my ears
Yet suddenly I am deafened
As the roar of chaos
Slams upon my toes
Smothering them under
The spinning
swirling, twirling pearls
That cover her floors.
Foaming and fierce
I feel her pull
As I force resistance
Against her strength.
I stand my ground,
But still she summons me
Her many disguises
Creative, colourful,
But not fooling me.
The cry of the gull
The sound of his wings
Then again
Her deafening roar
As she washes away
The footprints I have made
Cleaning up after me,
Hiding my damage
Protecting me from embarrassment
Swallowing my shame.
Her waters are holy,
And I can feel the sting of her salt
upon my sun dried lips
As her cooling waters
Wash away my discomfort
Aquamarine daydreams
Against a rolling horizon
A flexing of her muscle
Before she begins her trek
To the other side,
Where the burdened and impure
Await her cleansing
I recline upon a bed of golden sand
Under a violent indigo sky
As I feel her power turn away from me
And move to those who need her more.
I rest my head upon the sun baked earth
As her waters begin to shy away.
Like being born again
I am alive
I am worthy
For I have been blessed by the divine waters
Of my homes raging sea
And just like coming home
I know in time
She will come back to me.
Natasha Head 2011
The Sea & Me
The damp slapping thunders in my ears
Yet suddenly I am deafened
As the roar of chaos
Slams upon my toes
Smothering them under
The spinning
swirling, twirling pearls
That cover her floors.
Foaming and fierce
I feel her pull
As I force resistance
Against her strength.
I stand my ground,
But still she summons me
Her many disguises
Creative, colourful,
But not fooling me.
The cry of the gull
The sound of his wings
Then again
Her deafening roar
As she washes away
The footprints I have made
Cleaning up after me,
Hiding my damage
Protecting me from embarrassment
Swallowing my shame.
Her waters are holy,
And I can feel the sting of her salt
upon my sun dried lips
As her cooling waters
Wash away my discomfort
Aquamarine daydreams
Against a rolling horizon
A flexing of her muscle
Before she begins her trek
To the other side,
Where the burdened and impure
Await her cleansing
I recline upon a bed of golden sand
Under a violent indigo sky
As I feel her power turn away from me
And move to those who need her more.
I rest my head upon the sun baked earth
As her waters begin to shy away.
Like being born again
I am alive
I am worthy
For I have been blessed by the divine waters
Of my homes raging sea
And just like coming home
I know in time
She will come back to me.
Natasha Head 2011
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As cats and water don't mix, not even if I do tricks.
So she can come back to you everyday, but the cat will stay far away.
That way I keep my nine lives and don't develop hives.
Another good read though, even if you are a rhyming foe.