Monday, January 4, 2016

Beckoning Beach


Beckoning Beach

Blue twilight skies
hold iridescent clouds
that hide the sinking sun.
Rolling white caps
whisper and whoosh
keeping sandpipers on the run.

The waves embrace 
the cold, wet sand,
sidling closer until within reach.
A gull cries overhead
as the waves retreat 
from the enticing, beckoning beach.

"Come, come, come to the beach.
Write your worries in the sand;
the water will wash them all away.
Collect some shells;
watch the hermit crabs dance."
The beach is beckoning, calling,
"Come, come, come to the sea today."
    

24 comments:

  1. The beach beckons to me all year around, but it's a precious rarity to have an opportunity to succumb to the call. That makes any visit to the beach even more wonderful.

    Happy New Year!!!

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  2. Connie I want to go to the sea... as long as it's a warm one... ours is much too cold right now... I adore your poem, I felt like I was standing on a warm beach with a warm breeze... Beautiful xox ♡

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  3. Beautiful, Connie. The words flow like waves. I love the alliteration and poetic phrases. The poem matches perfectly with the photo too. What a refreshing way to start the first Monday of 2016.

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  4. temps fell to -14 yesterday and I started dreaming of going to the beach. Perfect poem to read right now. Happy day Connie.

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  5. Beautiful poem and photo. It's been a long time since I've visited the beach. Looks so peaceful.

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  6. oh, I'm ready to pack a beach bag and head to the beach. Yes, it beckons and I want to skedaddle like the sandpipers. You captured it all perfectly

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  7. well like everyone up above - i want to go to the beach also. Love your poem and that photo ... did you recently visit a beach somewhere or was it from another time. If I remember right you have been in Florida before. Anyway - never mind me, I'm just nosy by nature. What a gorgeous photo!

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  8. This is so sweet, Daisy! You're a terrific poet!

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  9. Oh this poem calls me. I love the beach. Nice job!

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  10. I have always lived by the sea and it is my favourite landscape. I love your poem!

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  11. I do meditation where you leave your worries as a pile of pebbles in the sand and you walk away from them and let the ocean wash them away... I found this particular poem of yours like a meditation. Do you ever feel that way about your writing?
    I also just want to say thank you - you and one other blogger have really stuck with me through my blog even though now I only post videos. Your comments are always there. I really appreciate that more than you know. You are a very special soul xxx

    www.bohemianmuses.blogspot.com

    https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCQo68n6UoLu23EFsJKLEguQ

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  12. Thanks, everyone. Sandy, this picture is of Myrtle Beach in South Carolina. We went there for a family vacation between Christmas and New Years. It was a wonderful week that went by much too quickly. We didn't swim, but we walked on the beach a lot and spent some time along the edge of the waves letting our feet get wet. The water was too cold to swim, but the air temperatures were unseasonably warm, so it was a very pleasant vacation. I hated to leave and return to winter in Ohio, but all good things must end, I suppose. Jade, hugs to you. Yes, I do sometimes feel that writing is a type of meditation, especially when I get in the zone and kind of forget everything else while writing.

    Happy New Year, everyone! Thank you so much for your kind words.

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  13. I can picture you there at the water's edge, inspired to describe the beauty. Wonderful description!

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  14. O que nos faz amigos é essa capacidade de sermos muitos, mesmo quando somos dois.
    Pe. Fábio de Melo
    Obrigada querida por compartilhar comigo 3 anos do Algodão Tão Doce!!!
    Um doce abraço, Marie.

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  15. Come back, indeed! Alas, the beach -- and the weather in which to walk along it -- are far from Minneapolis...

    :-)

    Pearl

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  16. "Come, come, come to the beach.

    Write your worries in the sand;

    the water will wash them all away " , the ocean and her beach seem to do this for me every time. Plus, faced with such majesty that seems to go on forever, it gives me a bit of perspective. Beautiful poem...

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  17. Happy New Year, Connie. Thanks for identifying the location of this beach scene and it must certainly have been quite a nice respite for you and your family even if the water was too cold to swim. Walking along a shoreline is always relaxing and we did it often when we lived in NJ years ago.

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  18. nice and looks like a great beach to check out

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  19. This poem made me feel a wave of nostalgia for beach days past. Beautifully written, Connie! I'm glad you had a wonderful family vacation at Myrtle Beach! Gorgeous photo too! Happy New Year to you and your family!

    Julie

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  20. Very tempting! You make it sound so good!

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  21. Lovely! Just the place I'd like to be right about now.

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  22. There's just not a better time to visit the beach than in WINTER I think... First of all, it is not crowded... The weather is usually better than it is at home!!!!! AND--that seafood is GREAT...

    We go to the beach twice a year: May and Dec.... Love it!!! Wouldn't want to live there permanently --but going twice a year is about perfect.

    Great words, Connie.
    Hugs,
    Betsy

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  23. Thank you all for your comments. I'm missing being at the beach even more today. We've had snow the past couple of days, and it is brutally cold here now. I'd go back to South Carolina in an instant if I could. :)

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