Chasing the Sun

I'll resist the temptation to provide an interpretation for this, as I would normally do. It would mean a lot to me if you provided me with YOURS instead. Please. Thank you.

Chasing the Sun

 

 

Feet tightened—

Clutching

Firmly, to sand

Rooted to

The concrete safety

 

The grains smother me,

Yet they

Are my protection

 

So I silence myself

Suffocating, complacent

 

Waves of blue wet the sands

Beneath my skin

I run away—

Afraid of the tinge of icy cold

Against the warmth of the sandy shore

 

I dip my foot again,

The cool of water appeals

To me—

Thirst, long deferred, now—

Quenched

 

But this is—just

The beginning

 

Wait

 

For the first time

I discover

My breath could be held

For longer than

 

One heartbeat

 

One blink

 

One day and one night

 

Longer than the distance traveled

By a grain of dust and soil and earth

 

~

 

So I capture the air

 

Within my lungs

 

 

I close my eyes

 

 

 

Whisper a forgotten prayer

 

 

 

 

And I walk into the Ocean

 

~

 

Within me, resonate

The voices which haunted me

On the warm amber shore

In the olden, painful, cushioned days—

 

The Ocean knows no heart

No mercy

No safety

There will be no warmth

To save you

Like did the ochre sands

To which your feet were like roots of an Oak

 

The Ocean is your demise—

Return to the shore

Return to the shore

 

You're a careless, reckless sailor

Microscopic

To the gargantuan treachery

Of

The Ocean

 

Like a bead

Of careless water spray

Riding the breeze

Wishing to reach the sun

 

Impossible, it is—

To reach the sun

 

I closed my ears

Pretended the tears I shed

Melted into the blueness

And did not exist

 

There was no demise

To my surprise

 

And I opened my eyes

~

 

 Underwater, am I

And then—afloat

Drifting, drifting, drifting

 

The coastline like a hair

In the waning, fleeting distance

 

The shore, a thin, thin line

By which my Being used to ache

By which my paralysis bore life

 

I never knew

That I could glide this way

And float this way

 

My feet, not touching sand

But floating

Hanging

By intricate,

Hand-made quilts

Angels put together

Just for me

 

Sailboats, with sailors

Born at sea

Cruise by

Coasting

Taking for granted

The plunge into the Ocean I have taken

Envying

My journey to the heart of the Sea

 

Spending their lives

 

Toiling at  the heart of the Ocean

The journey, to them, makes no sense

 

I stare at the sky, and see the fire globe

In its might, suspended

Celestial

In the firmament—

Now pink, for dusk nears

 

~

And yes, I have traveled  

I have journeyed

From the sand

 

 My footsteps lingering on the coast 

 

 

 

From the shore

To the Sea—

 

Yes,

 

To the Ocean

Chasing fleeting

Bubbles of air

 

And now,

 

To the sky

Chasing the mighty

Golden Sun

 

 

 

 

Reviews

[Fran Marie]

A most beautiful flowing piece~ wonderfully penned and expressed~Fran Marie

[Anima Inspired]

This was quite the emotional journey... What I see in this piece is someone who is learning for the first time what they are actually capable of; someone who is looking beyond fear and doubt and jumping head first in to something that up unti this point has been frightening. This is a metaphor for how one should live thier life...think first, but then "do", just open your mind and your heart and do what you feel is right, not listening to the ringing of self doubt, those little voices that try to push you off of your path. Anyway...that's what I saw. Beautifully done, great imagery!

[Orlando Murcia]

This was a brilliant flow
with words of sweet visions
of what you spoke of my freind

You really outdid yourself on this one O
This was trully an Excellent write

Great Job!!

Orlando

[Don Coorough]

Quite a journey, my friend. An intricate ride of emotions and ideas, of self-discovery, and of desire for oneness. We begin at the shore - the beginning of time - for the ancient sea is the birthplace of life- even the ancient night sky is symbolically and mythologically tied to the mother sea - the canopy of stars being the mother night. But to start, you are rooted in place. An oak- symbol of strength and everlastingness. The sea offers a mysterious lure, a call to your beginnings and origins, to your true, but not quite complete, self, to intuition and to fertile, but also frightening, infinite possibility. The first dip of toes into the waters of mystery seem quenching, but they leave a longing for more, for an utter immersion into oneness with the cosmos, but the ego clothes itself with the fear of becoming lost - so, it becomes an impediment. This is explained silently, in the gaps between the lines, in the space it takes to get to the next realization. But, you close your eyes in order to muster the courage to immerse yourself. Sight ties one to reality - but the world you seek is not of this world. One must completely cut oneself off from physical reality to know the ineffable. As you wade out into the larger world of universal purpose, universal oneness, you hear the voices of the world you leave behind calling you - they are the voices of your frightened personality crying out that they must reign supreme. But you dive deeper into your individuality, that place that connects with the all as you find yourself underwater. Then, you discover, there is nothing to fear in the limitlessness of cosmic freedom. Then, you discover that the sky and ocean, two apparent opposites, are merely two profiles of the same face. Out of unifying the juxtaposition, you discover the brightness of the Sun. What is the Sun, but a star. The light is your light, your true light, the light of your true self. And so begins the next journey, into the discovery of your true self that you might shine like a star throughout your days! A wonderful pice, my friend O. I loved it! Peace to you - EllisD

[Kena Dawn Augustine]

I can see you were inspired by Emma's poem huh? Awesome, I want to see you have a published book of poetry, you are def good enough! This one is long but beautiful to read, and def enjoyable. You create a lot of imagrey with sun and ocean, my two favorite things...ha! You and Emma are both excellent poets because you guys have a soft feeling when you write, and take something simple and turn it into a unique piece, ebbing with your own style. great job O!

kena

[emmajoy]

Oh my, that's beautiful!

The words seem so clear, and yet I feel there's so much more and maybe that final line is the answer.

The metre and 'tone' of your words, the format, many of the phrases, are soothing yet daring ...

'For the first time / I discover / My breath could be held / For longer than / One heartbeat / One blink / One day and one night'

Part of me feels you're wanting to lose yourself in the place you feel is home.. that maybe you're a creature that, in centuries past, came from the sea and longs to return to it. Another thought is that you speak as a ship.. not sure about that. Hovering.

Maybe the meaning is less important right now.. you've written an intense poem with a varying format and created a real drama in fine style.

Thank you, thank you for sharing