Sea-Foam

The beach is always inspiring.

 

 

Endless sea-foam ribbons twist along the shore left by waves,
waves recalled into the sea. Many waves, their numbers never to be known.
With a drunkard’s walk I trace their path at the water’s edge.
Though the path I trod leads nowhere, it still gives me direction.
My body follows my eyes, my eyes follow the foam, the endless twisting foam.

 

Endless sporadic emotions twist within my mind left by pain,
pains long ago endured. My pains! Too many to count, these pains that I have known.
With a drunkard’s folly I bring them back from my soul’s darker edge.

Though to do so helps nothing, it still gives me direction.

My mind follows my soul, my soul follows the emotions, my endless twisting emotions.

 

Sea-foam is the evidence of waves that once washed upon the shore.
The proof they did exist. What more could you ask of a wave? Nothing.

Emotions are the evidence that my soul is still there within me.
The proof it does exist. What more dare I ask of my soul? Nothing at all.

I do not follow the wave, nor do I the pain, sea-foam and emotions are enough for me.

Author's Note

One of my rare free verse works. I tend to agree with Robert Frost, "writing free verse is like playing tennis with the net down."

Reviews

[Catala]

"With a drunkard's walk I trace their path at the water's edge."

I love that line, the image in my head, because really to walk the path left by the waves on the shore is a drunkards walk anyways yes? Usually the play between the ocean and peace is more blatant than you have here. I think i enjoy this interweaving and connection between the waves on the shore and ones emotions more though, in how you don't need the heavy and fullness of the waves and pain.

You just need the gentle touch and reminder. Well done :)

[Siddartha Beth Pierce]

Very moving with intense emotion conveyed. The soul certainly does exist as you say your emotions are its evidence. I like your use of metaphor in this work. Thank you for sharing this.
Light,
Siddartha

[Fran Marie]

Endless sea-foam ribbons twist along the shore left by waves,
waves recalled into the sea. Many waves, their numbers never to be known.


A most beautiful and descriptive piece~lovely poetic verse so nicely done, indeed!!

Fran

[vanishing]

I really enjoyed reading this
thanks for sharing
you have a great with with detail
Best Regards

[Sarah]

Beautiful symbolism & description in this piece. I enjoyed reading this, great job. (: