Blur

Writing as I go not sure how why or when this will be

She looked down
saw the ocean
Somewhat bewildered
The blue ocean
So crystal clear aquas
And deeper blues
And froths of white
Like clouds
Yes just like it was
Way back then
Just like it used to be
That young girl
In her holidays
Diving into the waves
Coming up
Holding Daddys hand
As he led her to deeper
Braver waters
Smiling now licking
Dry lips she recalled
Hot fish and chips
And ice cool cans of sweet soda
On the hot white sand
On stripy bright towels
Can we go in again Dad to the deep
She would ask him
Yes after your lunch settles kiddo
As he lit up his beloved marlboros
She remembers that smell
Breathed in deep that familiar
Smell of her father
Now she can see her mum inside
The little seaside flat
Sipping her hot sweet black tea
reading the paper the year
that was
1966
In her holiday smock
Perfumed in tweed perfume
Her mums only extravagance
Dipping her scotch finger or
Ginger slice in so moist
She could almost taste those
Delightful flavours
Her sisters played laughing
With a board game at other end
Of her mums table
Her brothers out skin diving
Bliss
This blur
This fond family memory
She now sees the ocean again
She’s above it now
Flying I’m flying dad she laughs
Like that little girl
Looking down the ocean so blue
The white frothy waves
They blur
Into one
Blur
She feels the blur
Can hear it
It vibrates her whole being
Overtakes her breaths
At peace she closes her eyes
The blur feels good so peaceful
Yet warm
She feels her mum and dad near
Her sister as well
She sees her ocean
In her blue she’s flying now
The blue the blur
It never fades
She feels like she’s in it
A whirlwind of memories
Flying around her
Like in a movie
Travelling in her blur
She meets them all
Sees them all again
They were never really gone
She just had to find them
Blurred vision
In heaven no way

Reviews

[Onlyme]

Made me feel like a child again. Enjoying those visit to the seaside too.

[Isabella Disney]

You describe things so mystically. Felt like I was flying too!

[Julie McCarthy (juliespenhere)]

Ahh thanks
Glad you liked

[Davidgeo]

Yours is better. More human and emotionally detailed.

Now I'm thinking my poem just, kinda sounds like a pile of clichéd things a pretentious a*****e would say.

[Julie McCarthy (juliespenhere)]

Lol no way
I’m so amateur I don’t fit in here yours good

[Davidgeo]

We're all amateurs doll face.

[Julie McCarthy (juliespenhere)]

Yes some better than others

[Nebula]

Nostalgia and melancholy a moving mix

[Julie McCarthy (juliespenhere)]

Ahh thanks
This is how I imagine my end

[Julie McCarthy (juliesp..]

This is how I want my end to be
Or start however we all see it
We all imagine it differently how lovely it would be to be enveloped in our fondest memories reliving them feeling seeing smelling tasting them as we start our journey