Thursday, August 7, 2014

Sea-charmed morning


Grace @ Clearwater Beach, Florida

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sun-licked waters 
over blue-drunk sky

I tread 
eager for wiggly fish

and though each tide
repeats an old song

bounding waves
break against my feet

soft feathers 
of green-stemmed blooms 

I cannot count
nor put them in a vase



Posted for D'verse Poets Pub - In 40 words or less ~  Thanks for the visit ~

38 comments:

  1. smiles... no need to count them... what a lovely capture grace...makes me yearning for the sea...

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  2. Looks like you used all 40; I went with lunes, and skated in at 35, & like you, used my own photos to illustrate 5 of them. liked your lines /and though each tide/repeated an old song/.

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  3. The last stanza really provides a great contrast to the rest of the wonderful images you paint.. that contrast is what I really love.

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  4. oh while it may be an old song, it is still a good one....smiles...i need to get back to the beach and just listen to the waves....the blue drunk sky is a cool image as well....let me know if you find wiggly fish...smiles.

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  5. This is really beautiful, Grace. Indeed those 'blooms' cannot be easily restrained by anything like a vase. I hope you are enjoying the ocean.

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  6. I love the last two stanzas. I know the feeling well and I like the image of our inability to put them anywhere other than where they live, those green and feathery blooms.

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  7. Most excellent, Grace. Very cool beginning. I also like the idea that each tide repeats an old song.

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  8. all the words are equally beautiful creating wonderful pictures...

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  9. picturesque!!
    "and though each tide
    repeats an old song"
    sometimes i think maybe thats true... each tide maybe does sing a song left behind by God himself!

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  10. Well this one REALLY is a painting, with splashes of moods and colours, wistful thoughts, personal moments and intriguing ending...staying in nature and not captured.

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  11. Just beautiful Grace and I love your header:))

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  12. To be by the sea and just lets the waves roll as you stroll, nice indeed

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  13. great memories are usually attached to old songs, and with each wave comes that burst of enjoyment and nostalgia... lovely

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  14. Beautiful. I love the imagery of the vase.

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  15. It is always new, always something that cannot be bottled and taken away. How beautifully expressed!

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  16. An agelessness punctuated with colorful imagery- very nice!

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  17. Gorgeous - just want to be there :)

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  18. Metaphorically brilliant! and magnificent!

    where does your inspiration come from? I love this poem.

    :)

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  19. Gorgeous "blue drunk skies" "each tide repeats an old song" and that wonderful ending. I'd like to think that the ocean remembers me and has a song of remembrance for me.

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  20. "bounding waves
    break against my feet

    soft feathers
    of green-stemmed blooms...." --so tactile, Grace, in a short piece filled with imagery. Very successful.

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  21. Forgot to mention the gorgeous photographs--particularly like the top one.

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  22. blue drunk sky - oh love that - and the tide repeating the old song - could feel the sea air - lovely

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  23. I find beaches have a lovely calming effect Grace, you have written this so very well.

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  24. Nice pic Grace..I have been to that beach..I would enjoy a blue drunk sky..

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  25. "blue drunk skies" is a winner and the white bird in the photo… I love it. ENJOY it.

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  26. Those last two stanzas really brought me joy! Lovely poem

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  27. I like "blue-drunk sky" and your beautiful ending, Grace...thanks for sharing the beach scene with us.

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  28. Soft feathers of green stemmed blooms that cannot be put in a vase...beautiful image.

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  29. prose never, but sometimes poems share the glimpse of things :)

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  30. Beauty that cannot be contained...this is glorious Grace. I love it! :-)

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  31. I cannot count
    nor put them in a vase

    Life's choices are plentiful. One just can't make it easy for oneself. Nicely Grace!

    Hank

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  32. this is lovely! I love the opening and the feathering waves...even if the vase lay empty in the end...the experience sounds lovely.

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  33. this is elegant. i kept re-reading the first couple lines especially. i love the mood you establish.

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  34. effortless capture, Grace. Good week to you ~

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