One need go no further than standing
by the ocean, feeling the breeze.
There is something mystical in just being
in the presence of this unimaginable majesty.
Not everyone can visit this magical universe and
bring it back. As usual, in a few words, you have
captured the scents , sounds and the panorama of
the ocean.
But man, ain't that saltwater the cure for what ails you? Made me think about Galveston for some reason. Anyways, a great little gem of a piece bro, much enjoyed.
Your words reflect how I feel when standing beside the ocean. Throughout my life the ocean has been a very big part of my soul. I grew up on Bay St. George, in Stephenville, Newfoundland, Canada, and have a pirate in my ancestry. Looking out over the bay I was always fascinated by the small island I could see in the distance. It was called Sandy Point, and there was folklore about it being a haven for pirates long ago. That certainly fuelled my imagination! Loved your poem!
One need go no further than standing
by the ocean, feeling the breeze.
There is something mystical in just being
in the presence of this unimaginable majesty.
Not everyone can visit this magical universe and
bring it back. As usual, in a few words, you have
captured the scents , sounds and the panorama of
the ocean.
wow, pure poetry james, to ponder with outlook, the meaning speaks with deep insight yet subtle to
the environment, its as if one is truly overlooking the ocean and watcching memories fade into the horizon.
Exzcellent job.
Hi, I'm James K. Blaylock and I'm a poet/writer. I'm 39, and I live in Texas. I was born and raised here. I have been writing now for 13 years and I've been blessed to be published a number of times. .. more..