Thursday, September 15, 2011

Waves



water crashing shore
never ending weaving
time and motion

roar of waves
singing, dancing in
unbroken rhythm

seashells on grey sands
swept by morning rush   
waits for turning tide

green algae float
salty brine flowing
streams into streams

swirling, crushed corals
clinging to soles of feet 
dusting footprints in sand

a pebble flies into air  

  
Author's Note:   I don’t know where it will land.  Some changes in my work life are coming.   More demanding and technical job in another city further away from home. 


I will know by next week.  


Posted for Poetry Jam - hosted by Dani and Flash Fiction Friday with G-man.  Yes, my other blog :-)
     

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15 comments:

  1. AnonymousSeptember 15, 2011 at 6:47 PM

    best wishes for where your life journey next takes you!

    this is a really stunning poem, Grace! i love the way each stanza offers another description. we never know where the pebbles will land.

    dani ♥

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  2. GraceSeptember 15, 2011 at 8:07 PM

    Thanks Dani ~ wonderful prompt ~

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  3. G-ManSeptember 15, 2011 at 8:41 PM

    Heaven...? Grace?

    How enlightening...hehehehe.

    Loved your Oceanic 55.
    You have come such a long way in such a short time. Even if you job takes you away, don't forget about us OK?

    Thanks for playing, and have a Kick Ass Week-End
    G

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  4. hedgewitchSeptember 15, 2011 at 9:31 PM

    Great feel of the ocean here, making the crash of the wave in the picture real, scattering shells and pebbles.

    Best of luck with your new endeavors.

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  5. AnonymousSeptember 15, 2011 at 9:34 PM

    You take me back to last summer. Sigh. It wasn't that long ago.

    - Alice

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  6. Brian MillerSeptember 15, 2011 at 10:37 PM

    i hope that the changes still allow you to dip the muse...and do not affect your family life adversely...

    a very descriptive piece, i like the textures...

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  7. ShonEjaiSeptember 16, 2011 at 1:41 AM

    Beautiful descriptive words. I was drawn in closer with every line. Great job!

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  8. JinksySeptember 16, 2011 at 5:35 AM

    A green agate dream of a 55...

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  9. DaydreamertooSeptember 16, 2011 at 8:42 AM

    I hope the changes are good and welcome ones. Lovely 55!

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  10. Jack Edwards PoetrySeptember 16, 2011 at 9:53 AM

    Avery visual poem. I enjoyed reading it.

    Here i my entry:
    http://jackedwardspoetry.blogspot.com/2011/09/sea.html

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  11. LydiaSeptember 16, 2011 at 8:28 PM

    How lovely this blog is! And how lovely the poem, that has me absolutely craving a day at the Oregon coast. My husband and I were to go for our anniversary but other life events cancelled the trip. So I really appreciate this beautiful mental vacation.

    Nothing like being a pebble flying in the air! A great analogy to that betwixt-and-between state of change. Best to you these days...

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  12. gautami tripathySeptember 17, 2011 at 6:21 AM

    So vivid. So visual...

    stapled maples

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  13. Maxwell Mead Williams Robinson BarrySeptember 17, 2011 at 1:04 PM

    very sharp, smart poetry.

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  14. OliviaSeptember 18, 2011 at 6:13 AM

    Beautiful!!
    All the best for your new life.. :)

    many hugs xo

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  15. The BugSeptember 19, 2011 at 6:31 PM

    I was enjoying the images & then you tossed that pebble - that was an excellent way to end the poem & point to your changes. I wish you well!

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