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

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

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

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

Waters Edge

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…

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

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Nightbeach

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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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

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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

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Sea of Child

By listening very carefully
I could hear it on the air
My call across the many years
to me still walking there
The beach where many summer spent
as a boy with dirty knees
To which half a century later
I returned on Autumn breeze

So very little here has changed
So, with echoes of the past
I stood there a while just gazing
out at the ocean, vast
And as I stood there watching
the past and present met
With man and boy upon the beach
a rare reunion crept

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Of the trilogy:
Sea of Child (1st October 2015)
Sea of Heart (2nd October 2015)
Sea of Sometime (3 October 2015)

On the beach

On the beach near the water
Breakwater’s lee
Watching the waves
of a soft lapping sea
The sun’s playing hide n seek
behind the grey
But it’s muggy and warm
so I’m happy to play

Skimmed a few stones
on the fast rising tide
Encouraged the sunshine
that still wanted to hide
Then back across shingle
with sand in my shoe
To return on the morrow
when the sky’s again blue

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Hidden Strength

With a calming serenity, the lapping sea
silently approaches the shore
and with the faintest of whispers, turns on itself
before slipping back for more

Best sampled with naked toes
when the summer’s at its height
this kiss of soft warm water hides
the ocean’s strength and might.

©Jemverse

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