To Touch The Sea

I wrote this after watching a friend of mine and her love of the sea which I share.....

She had the desire, that crisp winter’s afternoon

To touch the sea she missed so much

So far away in that inner city

Which temporarily she called her home

 

So we walked along the prom, and then

I sat and watched, like an indulgent parent

As she ran down to the water’s edge

Like an excited child

 

And I found myself thinking, as I waited patiently there

Of the growing awareness

Over the years

Of the One behind this beautiful scene

 

And so we both smiled, as we sat there together,

Of the joy it brought my jaded friend

Released at last from the concrete jungle

To taste the salty ocean air

 

Then she returned, her mission accomplished,

The triumph in her grinning face,

Once more connected with creation,

As we wearily went on our way home

Author's Note

This was published in a Forward Press Southern Anthology 2012...

Reviews

[emmajoygreen]

Finely shared memories of a time when freedom, space, sea and happiness make spirits sing and.. fly!
This is such an empathic piece of witing. I sense it fact rather than fiction, if wrong - your way with words is first class, Sue.

[TrimarcoRansome]

A nicely written prose, Sue. The sea calling you I understand, I feel the same with the wilderness f the countryside

[Sue]

I think it has to do with my Celtic roots Helen :) There is Irish on my mum's side :D

[TrimarcoRansome]

Aha that would explain it, nice that you live so close to it now.

[Latifa]

And so we both smiled, as we sat there together,
Of the joy it brought my jaded friend
Released at last from the concrete jungle
To taste the salty ocean air
lovely poem

[Sue]

Thank you Latifa :)

[Latifa]

your welcome hon

[Samuel Dickens]

So sweet. Sometimes, just a taste of that which we love and miss can get us on down life's road for a while. Being a twenty year navy veteran, I can absolutely understand one's love for the sea.

[Sue]

Thank you Samuel - any relation to Charles?

[Samuel Dickens]

You're welcome, Sue. My ancestor, Joseph Dickens, arrived here from England before Charles was born, so we'd be very distant cousins at best. No one has ever found a link connecting us, although there is some unsubstantiated evidence. Believe me, every Dickens I know WANTS to be related to him.

[Sue]

Well you write as well as him :)

[Samuel Dickens]

Oh, gawrsh, c'mon.

[Will Neill]

Sue, I am not suprised this got published in Forward Press, you have captured the yearning we have to be at the ocean when we are prisoners in or modern caves. Well Done.
Will

[Sue]

Thank you Will :)