Poetry for the Pacific

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                         Poetry for the Pacific

1-----I love to hear the orchestra of the Pacific ocean..

The choir of the moving water, 

the hymn of the crashing waves and

if we listen, maybe we can hear a siren song.

When we adore the ocean

she can delight our hearts and 

we can love her tender melody. 

She can be dangerous and a torrent water too.

She cannot be controlled and she can turn her to a hateful lover,

if we abuse.

She is liquid sunshine upon yearning skin to cool down and 

if we respect her.

She will allow us to dance with her in the big storms,

allow us to know the Ecstasy and the embrace of the sea.

Dancing Coyote

Author's Note

Just words.

Reviews

[John the Baptist]

Very nice personification of the Pacific here. I had never thought of an ocean as relatable to an orchestra, but I think the poet's comparison is a good one. He also compares it to a woman (This is Coyote, after all.), and this one is even better. The uncontrollable aspect is especially apt. I don't know about the dancing in storms part, though. I live near the Atlantic, and during hurricane season, that chick likes to play rough.

[Coyote Poetry]

You are right. Northern Atlantic is very dangerous. Water is colder and thank you my friend for reading and the comment.

[kingblaq]

This is quite the poem!
I believe that behind the smartly woven words and figures of speech lies a very honest truth...
Water gave us life. She's loving and nurturing. But when you disrespect her too much, giver turns to taker.

[Coyote Poetry]

You are right my friend. The sea can be a safe friend or a dangerous enemy. Thank you for for reading and the comment.

[Dave Brown]

We live among the gulf islands with lakes all around and are well aware of the influence and pleasure of both salt and freshwater
We lived for a short while inland but it could never compete with the glory of the extensive lakes and islands all around us in this area

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you Dave for reading and the comment. I liked the water near. Keep my mind sane.

[emmajoy]

Romantic as ever, you, John! What a a wonderful poem, because so much of what you've written is true as true!

Sitting or standing near open water is more than beautiful music, it brightens, it lulls, it awakens , it scares. Is all forms of emotion. I live amid green, and happy with that.. but admit to going here or there in this county to walk by or watch the sea dance or float silver surfaced under a fading Summer sun. It's a reminder that a shore can be restful keeper or recipient of all times kind or otherwise. You've raised so many pictures in my mind, my own salt trickles! Thank you, John. This is a memorable poem.. truly. Keep safe, sir.

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you dear Emma. Water teaches us to relax and gather our thoughts.

[Mauricio Montoya]

I'm here in Monterey they may be just words but it's just what the doc order here in cannary row yes as the tides roll I can hear the waves play there tune

[Coyote Poetry]

You are lucky. I need a few years in Monterey. I have the great lakes near. Thank you Mauricio for reading and the comment.

[NotUsinganymore]

The ocean is wonderful and majestic, nice poem.

[Coyote Poetry]

I agree my friend and thank you for reading and the comment.

[NotUsinganymore]

You are welcome.

[Beccy]

When I was a very young child, growing up in Wales, my homeland, we would often as a family, take weekend trips to the beautiful and secluded bays of the Gower peninsula. We would picnic, take walks along the beaches and explore; all the while, the different sounds of the sea, a background of sheer poetry.

Sadly, we left Wales when I was only ten, but I return often, and though as you say, the oceans are dangerous and cannot be controlled, they are also both magical and captivating.

A lovely, lovely poem.

Beccy.

[Coyote Poetry]

I agree. I love the sea dear Beccy. I suicide boarded the big storms in the early nineties. You feel the power of the sea when you are dancing with her. Thank you Beccy for reading and the comment.

[Beccy]

When I was about five, or six, I can't quite remember exactly, my grandpa almost drowned when he went swimming in the Mumbles Bay. The undertow there is really strong, but luckily, and even though he was no longer that young, he was very fit and an extremely good swimmer and survived. But I still recall how terrified grandma and my sister and I were, when he disappeared beneath the water several times before making it back. So like you, whilst I love the sea, I very much respect its power.

[Unspoken poet]

This is so well written, and beautiful

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you my friend for reading and the comment. I do appreciate.

[Lale]

I'm a bit confused here, but I'd go for personification.
I love the ocean. It's wide and wild and charming.

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you Lale for reading and the comment. Just words for the sea.

[R.E. Ray]

Coyote, a poem that speaks not only to love but the power of a woman (and the ocean), and how her music can draw us in, captivate us and drown out all others. This is love, isn't it? Beauty, power, and dangerous in one place and time. One to embrace for sure.

[Coyote Poetry]

I agree my friend and thank you for reading and the comment.

[R.E. Ray]

You're welcome.