Only The Good Times

The Atlantic Ocean has been a constant in my life.

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Your depth can not be measured
          you smooth operator you
yet it is perhaps that uncertainty
drawing me into your whirlpool
    right now
as day opens the door to a sultry dusk

 

Since forever you have been mine
I never needed a Moon River
and Old Man River was not my type
                              I only wanted you
and your waters took me places
I had only heard about in stories
ones I remember so well
and will live on infinitum

You watched
as I created dream castles
on your shoreline
first in Jersey
       then in Florida

then taught me nothing lasts forever
as you grabbed freshly built towers of wet sand
in your mighty arms and threw them to a place
I would imagine that night

 

It was always you
my constant
no matter where I roamed

 

Memories wash to your shores
some now wracked with seaweed
and shattered shells
but tonight
my mighty Atlantic Ocean
with a toe kissed by your surging tide
I draw a smile in the sand
and remember
only the good times

Reviews

[Willard Wells]

Sounds like moving on after your love destroyed your life. Build over and the face in the sand. I am a big fan of water and have spent my time in and near it. Luckily I have been in less severe situations. I am glad you are safe and writing since you write beautiful words of imagery. Thank you for sharing. And yes I went back in your file a bit.

[Lydia Shutter]

No, not a moving on really. Just about my love for the ocean and how it has always been a part of my life...through the good and difficult times. I am fortunate I live in South Florida so I am very close to the beach. Thanks for the review....I like it when people read some of the older poems. Lydi**

[Willard Wells]

Because of storms there I added to it that you loved the water but you still had to face it's rage and you still go on smiling because of your love of the ocean. But hell I wasn't there hahaha

[Lydia Shutter]

:) I am appreciative of the time you took to read me!

[Patricia Wedel]

dear Lydi, my favorite line: I never needed a Moon River.
A beautiful Ode to the Ocean. We went every summer to
Ocean City Maryland, and stayed for two weeks.
I was as brown as a berry.
My Dad would float way out in the Ocean.
I would ponder the tide and look far out.
Now I live on Tidewater Trail in Virginia.
I am now the shade of an Iris gold and pink
with a wee wink for memories of Life Guards
and dreams of the sea. truly, Pat

[Lydia Shutter]

Thank you for sharing your memories with me and for the lovely review, Pat. Lydi**

[Tam Warink]

Very nice, Lydia... very nice indeed; nice to have some of these kinds of memories to bring out on those days when nothing else will do - those days that eventually come to us all. Tre bon.

[Lydia Shutter]

Merci, mon ami! Yes, memories like this are precious. I appreciate the time you took to read me. Lydi**

[Great Aunt Astri]

What a lovely poem to write to the sea! Yes, the sea also has a deep fascination for me, even though it washed away the sand castles!

[Lydia Shutter]

So glad you could relate! Thank you very much! Lydi**

[Desert Knave]

You have managed to make me miss the Cocoa Beach days and the song of the ocean. Excellent descriptive powers here and an enjoyable read for sure. ~Jim

[Lydia Shutter]

Nothing like the beach, is there, Jim? Thanks for the great comments. Lydi**

[Desert Knave]

My pleasure... almost doing no poetry reading and have lessened my library at the old place by nearly 500 poems in the last few weeks. Just keep writing... I need to remember what I am supposed to be striving for. ~Jim

[Lydia Shutter]

Jim, you are a talented poet, never doubt that. I know you will write again soon. It's in your blood!

[mags]

A lovely dreamy poem, Lydi. The seashore is such a magical place to be. Wonderful use of words as always. Margaret

[Lydia Shutter]

My favorite place to be for sure, Margaret. Thank you for your comments. Lydi**

[Rita L. Sev]

This is a clear and beautiful ode to the Atlantic (my ocean, too...)

You watched
as I created dream castles
on your shoreline...

Nice imagery, Lydi!

[Lydia Shutter]

Thanks very much, Rita. Lydi**

[Revery]

Wow, quite intense. One that would love so intensely and another that washes away with the tide. It is so real to the one who was able to love forever. Where is that dream when it blows away too easily. Strong poem Lydia, nice 100

[Lydia Shutter]

Very generous of you. Thank you so much. Lydi**

[David Scott]

I like giving natural features personification. Poetry personifying trees, waterfalls, the oceans, etc... always seems to teache more about what it means to be human.
I liked the tie in with your life story. We are indeed connected to the land or the seas beneath our struggling feet.
A very enjoyable read. Well done lydi.

[Lydia Shutter]

Thank you so much, David. Lydi**

[Joyce S. Greene]

Yes, you have never been far from that "mighty Atlantic, " Lydi and especially now you are so close to that you are more than aware of its awesome and not always beneficent powers. I'm glad you can still look at it in a friendly manner. A positive attitude is everything in life! Well written and felt, Lydi.

[Lydia Shutter]

That is so true, Joyce. Attitude means a lot. Thank you for your comments. Lydi**