Wednesday, May 13, 2015

Poets United/Waves


as a child i had a most intimate relationship            with waves     we lived near the beach

days were filled with picnics at the beach                                 laying out our towels

playing at the beach all day         then loading up the car                       filling it with sand

and home we would go                                                all sunburned and tired

i was surprised        when i moved to the desert            how like the sea the landscape was

and of course when i found my sorrow         oh how it was like the waves of my childhood

the wave comes to shore         often knocking me down                then between the waves

my toes found the ground             i would turn and face the wave and wait to be splashed

i remember when the waves came                      i could jump and ride with the waves

perhaps sorrow is also like that         i face the wave            know it might knock me down

in between the waves          my toes again touch the ground         i turn and face the waves

knowing if i jump at just the right time i might be able to ride the wave... live another day

May 13, 2015


Sumana Roy said...

" i turn and face the waves / knowing if i jump at just the right time i might be able to ride the wave... live another day"...this brought tears to my eyes Annell..this is exactly how we live now...sigh..a beutiful poem threading childhood, adulthood, sea, desert, joy and sorrow...a whole life!

Mary said...

Yes, this is the way of life, I think. We ride the waves, are struck down by them, and we rise once more...again and again we rise.

Sanaa Rizvi said...

Loved how you associated the waves with your memories.. truly touched my heart..! Lots of love :)

Sherry Blue Sky said...

Ha, I wrote about the waves of grief too, my friend......I like the trying to find purchase on the ground in between waves....that is it, exactly......and I also love the likening of the desert to the sea "when I found my sorrow".

Gillena Cox said...

luv your metapor of deling with life's challenges; for sure we must ride the waves
Have a nice Wednesday

much love...

claireylovelearns said...

Ah yes, you've captured timing perfectly here!

Debi Swim said...

This was such a perfect picture of grief. I love the jumping to try to ride the wave. I hope soon you learn to time it just right so it doesn't keep knocking you down.

Thotpurge said...

How like the sea the desert is... have thought of that often...nature at her best!

Rosemary Nissen-Wade said...

Again and again you turn and face the waves ... it is the only thing to do. Beautifully expressed.

G L Meisner said...

Memories of the beach, wonderful.