Just a Grain

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And wave after wave

Batters my foundation,

Uncertainty of the sea;

Currents shift

And I drift,

Find footing here,

Lose balance there,

But always,

Ever,

I am on Your shore.

The Song of the Sea

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He loved her dearly,

But his heart had been stolen

By billowing sails

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She sang of romance,

Waves meeting forever shores –

Until the tides turned

Shipwrecked

sandy treasures

It wasn’t until her fingers ached with the holding

that she stumbled upon what her heart most craved.

Recasting flotsam into jetsam proved complex –

each snippet and stub, accumulation of a misspent life,

ingrown toenails like colonized barnacles on a heartless hull.

Which to discard?

Where to lay it down?

Her broken treasures had put down diseased roots,

fusing flesh to failure, marrying captain to ship.

Scraping at the splinters, mutiny of the highest order,

was pain more exquisite than the requisite lashes.

But unimaginable riches winked on the sand

and sang Siren notes pure and sweet,

daring surrender, demanding an answer.

Her cries of agony crashed like breakers

as her keel cracked wide;

sea air seared skin freshly exposed to the elements

while baubles trickled to the sand,

frothing like the surf.

Layer upon layer,

all, all became Crusoe to her perfect storm,

her tears lost at sea

with the pounding of her chest

as freedom stirred chains.

At last,

trembling,

spent,

she knelt on bloodied knees

before the pearl of great price

with all she had left –

empty hands.

Reason Swirls

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Reason swirls in

rippled tidal waves,

schools of thought

propelled along rip tides of random compulsion;

Mind must master momentum

or be dragged to Davy Jones’ locker,

misled by swanky salesmen.

Lies ring true when artificial authenticity

sweeps senses out to sea,

when truth is misplaced

on the shelf next to pulp fiction.

The undiscerning dragnet

will troll for all species indiscriminately;

not every fish is worth the fry.

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‘…take captive every thought…’

Spring Staycation

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Kissed by spray in coral seas,

toes in sand warmed by the sun;

job demands dispelled by breeze,

stress by relaxation won.

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It just keeps snowing.  I’m headed to ‘Tahiti’ for a little mental break.  Come along, would you?   (It’s incredibly cheap, I promise…)

Catching the Waves

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I and my board on a frozen sea,

catching the waves waving back at me,

suspended in time with my lens as we

capture each drifting curl.

Prairie is still with the shell’s great roar,

diving in deep to experience the more,

ocean’s delights on a landlocked shore,

watching each crest unfurl.

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I so love the sea – and literally live 1,000 miles away from the nearest, so any time I can take a mental beach break, I do!