The shifting sea

At the ebb of a tide I'll slink to the shore
and though nought to hide I'll be back for more
for this is my movement and what I am for
as I am the shifting sea

When winds they are blowing and barometer falls
my numbers will swell as angry it calls
and out there my whitecaps dance in the squalls
as I am the shifting sea

In all of the seasons be it frigid or heat
my inclemency matches the mood to be sweet
with my music and rhythm thrummed to the beat
as I am the shifting sea

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Photo – Jempics

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This magical place

I stood in the wind and bent to its force
and the seagulls gathered there of course
searching for food right here at the source
by this magical place here, the sea

Worthing Pier reached out through the waves
in this inclement weather the fool only braves
but this wonderful vista my soul always craves
by this magical place here, the sea

And I laughed and I shouted in cacophony there
as the surf it danced with more to share
with the surge of the waves right here in this mer
by this magical place here, the sea

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Photo – Worthing Pier. Windy day – Jempics

Sussex Shores revisited

9 of 10 in the Jemverse ‘Sussex’ series

Muddy brown midst churning waves
I hear the ocean sing
with yellow skies beneath the grey
and seagulls on the wing
Tumultuous the breakers there
foaming on the beach
the anger of the waters’ voice
staying out of reach
Yet despite that thinly veiled threat
there is beauty here today
the power of these Sussex shores
which take my breath away

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Photo – Jempics

Jemverse originally posted this as ‘Sussex shores and breath taken‘ on 5 January 2016

Every Breaking Wave revisited

No 11 of 12 in the Jemverse series ‘Back to the sea’

With every breaking wave
I see a part of me
My life down here in Sussex
In Shoreham by the sea
So taciturn, its nuances
Reflect the changing years
An echo to my lost and loved
My joy, my smiles, my tears

With every breaking wave
I count the blessings that have passed
And with its incessant movement
Know I have not seen the last
So beautiful, its eloquence
Is never lost on me
Its movement as a promise
From my confidant, the sea.

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Photo – Jempics

‘Every Breaking Wave‘ was originally posted on Jemverse on 21 October 2014

Elegant Green revisited

No 9 of 12 in the Jemverse series ‘Back to the sea’

Elegant green whisper away
soft the turning sea
Shingle drift, the undertow
pulls back to stiffened breeze
Ebb once more again my friend
Egged on by seagull’s call
From Worthing in the sunglare
to Brighton’s massive sprawl

Hasten now the ocean’s roar
Tumble down the waves
Crescendo to that sweetest song
on this midsummer day
So blue the sky, so sweet the taste
The salt upon my breath
Embraced again, beholden to
the ocean’s soft caress

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Photo – Jempics

‘Elegant Green‘ was originally published on Jemverse on 21 June 2014

Sitting in the sea revisited

No 8 of 12 in the Jemverse series ‘Back to the sea’

Think I’ll go sit in the sea
Let the waves wash over me
One of the best places to be
When I am feeling like this

Think I’ll go play in the sand
Build something with my own hand
A castle that’s splendid and grand
Where I will then live in bliss

Think I will let go and fly
Up with the seagulls on high
But then I will awake by and by
With a caress from the breeze and a kiss

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Photo – Jempics

‘Sit in the sea‘ was originally published as a part of the WordPress Writing 101 challenge on 11 June 2014

Revisiting the ever there

No.7 of 12 in the Jemverse series ‘Back to the sea’

Hidden in your moving green and grey
I see your missing smile
But, braced against the salt-sting blast,
Calm will return a while

You change. but with eyes closed
That sweet, familiar taste
Reminds me of sultry summer days
Beneath this winter waste

Loosing myself in your expression, I see change
But it matters not to me
Fickle it may be, yet your promise there
Reminds me of what you are, the sea

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Photo – Jempics

‘The Ever There‘ was first published on Jemverse on 15 November 2014

Watching revisited

No.6 of 12 in the Jemverse series ‘Back to the sea’

I watched the sea, it did me proud
I smiled at it and laughed out loud
The waves they roared, I roared right back
As I wasn’t having any of that
Alone on the stone with sun and spray
On a fine and perfect Springtime day
On the shoreline with the crashing sounds
That filled the air and shook the ground

I shouted loud, could not be heard
Save by a high fly seagull bird
Green and blue the waters came
Crashed and turned and crashed again
Alone I stood and marvelled still
At those impressive seascape hills

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Photo – Jempics

‘Watching‘ was originally posted on Jemverse on 8 May 2014

Revisiting Tiny white horses

No 5 of 12 in the Jemverse series ‘Back to the sea’

There are tiny white horses out there
Scampering daintily over the hills
That form as the wavelets tumble
Rolling over a sandscape
Glistening in the evening sun
And the wind seems to have dropped
I can taste the salt and feel
the warmth of a setting sun

bright in my face and radiant
with the fulness this near to
perfect day has afforded
Glistening in the evening sun
And basking in its warmth
A fresh revelation of something new
Heralding a season where we shall live again
And sleep no more.

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Photo – Jempics

‘Tiny White Horses‘ was originally published on Jemverse on 6 May 2014, and written in 2001

The safe warmth of home

Steel grey seas with iron chill
it’s with whimsy that I peer
at the beach I know so well
in summer brings such cheer
Yet now the winter’s icy hand
has me firmly in its grip
As grey green waters frenzied churn
with northern winds are whipped

So I with best foot forward
march swiftly ‘cross these stones
No lingering in winter times
for the safe warmth of home

©Jemverse