The language of the sea

The short lapping waves come in then recede
incessant and gentle and free
They speak to me softly in whispering tone
what it is to be part of the sea

And I understand fully as this language I speak
having learnt it when just a lad
Its rhythm speaks wisdom of treasure to keep
which over the years I have had

It’s something I hold as it’s precious to me
spoken by waves that have come
Shouted in winter and whispered in Spring
and echoed in summer sun

Promises given and promises shared
in the language the sea has to give
Which in time honoured fashion remains with me still
and will for as long as I live

©Jemverse

Photo – Jempics

A walk by the water

There’s a lot to be said
at the end of the day
for getting out for a while to the beach
A short walk by water
is just what we oughta
do as it’s there in our reach

©Jemverse

Photo – Jempics

The sea and me II

I watched the sea
it did me proud
I smiled with it
then laughed out loud

It’s everything
and all of me
as I am whole
beside the sea

I laughed again
and shouted long
The sea and me
for this my song

©Jemverse

Photo – Jempics

All them waves

Constant coming
all them waves
turning on a whim
Sometimes I will
shed a tear
and sometimes
I will grin

Constant coming
all them waves
many friends are here
Sometimes I will
simply watch
and sometimes
I will cheer

Constant coming
all them waves
down here on the beach
Sometimes I
can’t quite believe
they’re here in easy reach

©Jemverse

Photo – Jempics

Easy Reach

I found a stone and threw it
far out into the sea
watched it splash and disappear
here quite contentedly
For this haven is my solace
and fortunate am I
to have a beach to come to
not far from home, close by

I traced an outline with my foot
upon the wetted sand
A shape turned into letters
written large and freely and
as the seventh waves’ momentum
smoothed my canvas on the beach
I breathed a prayer of thank yous
that I live in easy reach

©Jemverse

Photo – Jempics

An ode to Summer

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Momentum carries me forward
into the heat of the day
for a warmth that summer belongs to
with feeling mere words cannot say
It’s the season I always long for
Its comfort a tangible thing
Its presence to hold and cling onto
for a smile and a reason to sing

©Jemverse

Photo – Jempics

December beaches

On the beach a lone kite-surfer came
to brave December chill
as a wintry and forgotten sun
sat in a low sky still

Bright it was in yellow sky
and despite the brittle air
The beauty of that moment
was really special there

But then again, it always is
down on this Southern shore
as whenever we both come this way
we always long for more

©Jemverse

Photo – Jempics

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