Magnificent III

Between the posts, the sea
the water calm and blue
The bench, a perfect place
to sit and watch the view

And, truth be told, this place
for just a moment spent
with gentle summer breeze
is quite magnificent

A peace I can’t explain
or find the words to say
the calm exuded here
at this time of day

©Jemverse

Photo – tide barrier breakwater, Widewater beach, West Sussex, UK – Jempics

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Broken Breakwater

Progress and safety and
longshore drift
have taken their toll
with budget and thrift
So, rare the breakwater
today you will find
Most hidden away
to low water confined

But their beauty remains
and, for me, fascination
and not, as the planners
will say, aberration.
Attesting, this broken
breakwater today
reveals a rare beauty
I’d venture to say

©Jemverse

Photo – Breakwater, Worthing, West Sussex, February 2016 – Jempics

Waters Edge

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The lapping sea
The water cold
The breakwater
The very old
The ocean song
The greying sky
The water sound
The seagull cry
The sand beneath
The seaweed there
The coming tide
The pensive stare
The beach which is
The everything
The Waters edge
The eyes that sing

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Contented treads…

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Walking slowly on the shingle
the crunching ‘neath my feet
as pebbles slip and slide
and tideline flotsam
with my roving eyeline meet

Crossing sea-sculpted grounds
the distant shoreline fades
as tide comes in
and lapping waves
with salted sand-scape trades

This is my beach, my haven
my extra-special place
as contented treads
and all will know
with smiles on my face

©Jemverse

Nightbeach

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Cast in yellow pools of light
night shadows on the beach
Wooden breakwaters stand tall
robust against the Reach
Mysterious, the water calls
quietly from the shore
as lapping waves just out of sight
return again once more
The sweeping bay, the shingle slopes
the lights along the coast
This peacefulness, this solitude
as the ocean plays the host

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Photo – Beach at Bexhill’s De La Warr Pavilion, West Sussex, UK – Jempics

Splashing

Tidal waters splashing
at the waters’ edge
on the old breakwater
such a privilege
Buried deep in shingle
but still within my reach
as the tide turns one more time
down here at the beach

©Jemverse

Sea Watching and Being Me

Sat in the sun and looked at the sea
with the waves rolling in on the shore
Counted to seven and watched as it broke
before receding out there for some more

Watched the surf on the shingle, the spray on the wind
carried with salt in the air
Heard the cry of the gulls on the wing up above
the familiar sound of them there

Spent a few moments in my favourite place
on the beach with my good friend, the sea
Breathed deep of its fragrance, felt refreshed once again
in the place I can truly be me

©Jemverse

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