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
10 comments:
" 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!
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.
Loved how you associated the waves with your memories.. truly touched my heart..! Lots of love :)
xoxo
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".
luv your metapor of deling with life's challenges; for sure we must ride the waves
Have a nice Wednesday
much love...
Ah yes, you've captured timing perfectly here!
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.
How like the sea the desert is... have thought of that often...nature at her best!
Again and again you turn and face the waves ... it is the only thing to do. Beautifully expressed.
Memories of the beach, wonderful.
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