A Different Shade of Azure

A Different Shade of Azure

A Poem by icelandicblue

 

 

The moon dances happily

upon the rippled sea.

While the sweet salt air

calls desperately to me.

 

I feel its pull beyond

the marrow in my bones.

When she speaks my name

I know I’m not alone.

 

The rhythm of the waves

resets my beating heart.

In azure shades of calm

I am formed into fine art.

 

Far from the raging storms

lost to sweet tranquility.

I can only bow my head

and offer my humility.

© 2014 icelandicblue


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Am pulled to a childhood memory, of being on the Pacific Ocean, with my dad, salmon fishing. Of the tranquility and the different scents, which embraces your soul that doesn't exist, on the Great Lakes, living mere minutes away, from Lake Ontario's shores.

Posted 10 Years Ago


icelandicblue

10 Years Ago

I am happy that the poem could evoke such a lovely memory.
therisa

10 Years Ago

Funny, this was the only time, we went on the ocean, together, despite the fact, I was born, out the.. read more
Your words have settled comfortably in my imagination, and painted a multitude of mental pictures. This piece takes me to a different place every time I read it. Living on the east coast, I find myself looking out at the ocean a lot, and the rhythm of the waves never fail to reset my beating heart...I like the blue font's aesthetic touch as well. Lovely work my friend.

Posted 10 Years Ago


icelandicblue

10 Years Ago

Thank you so much. Your comments are always so supportive and you make such great connections to oth.. read more
her push and pull is magnetic ... your poem puts me right there on the shore ... in the moon's trance ... that marvelous salt spray air ... no one around .. only sound the waves ... you put me there Icey ..thank you ...
E.

Posted 10 Years Ago


icelandicblue

10 Years Ago

I'm happy you were transported! Thanks Einstein : )
I feel its pull beyond
the marrow in my bones.
When she speaks my name
I know I’m not alone.

The ocean is a mother of sorts. She offers relief and calm. Wonderful write, Icyblu.

Posted 10 Years Ago


icelandicblue

10 Years Ago

Thank you Pryde. I'm glad you liked that stanza.
The rhythm of the waves
resets my beating heart.
In azure shades of calm
I am formed into fine art.
There is something so soothing and peaceful about the ocean - the ebb and flow of tide - the soft sound of the waves sweeping the shore...
Your poem is lovely!
:) Julie

Posted 10 Years Ago


icelandicblue

10 Years Ago

Thank you and I totally agree regarding the peaceful aura of the ocean.
Aww the beauty and majesty of the ocean is very soothing when the world seems overwhelming:)

Posted 10 Years Ago


icelandicblue

10 Years Ago

I agree Vidya. Thank you.
Vidya Bacchus

10 Years Ago

You are welcome :)
Lovely little rhyme blue................

Posted 10 Years Ago


icelandicblue

10 Years Ago

I've got to drive the gloom away and the ocean is something that works for me. Thanks BR
Lot of work going on in this piece and enjoyed the end with great message, great write my friend

Posted 10 Years Ago


icelandicblue

10 Years Ago

I appreciate that. Thanks so much.
A. Amos

10 Years Ago

You're most welcome
Exactly my sentiments coming from the tranquility of the sea, you pen'd it exquisitely Anne, perfect read to start the day, love it.

Posted 10 Years Ago


icelandicblue

10 Years Ago

Thanks Frieda,
I love the ocean. It truly calms me.
i like this penned in the azure...like a sky reflecting a sea...you formed a heart into art and bring us such tranquility.

Posted 10 Years Ago


icelandicblue

10 Years Ago

Thanks so much jacob. I find your review to be calming and for that I thank you.

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