Winter Tide

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    Awaking to the fact that life is more than work. We have to pause and assess who we are.

    Winter Tide

    Winter Tide

     The tide washed into the bay,
    causing
    the tall saw grass to bend and sway.
    There
    was an increasing chill coming
    in the air as
    I stood there staring out at
    between here
    and no where.

    The big watery blue meets
    the azure sky
    on a pencil thin line,
    a sail boat
    was rocking down in the cove.
    I just stared
    as if unknowing.
    The smell of salt
    and sea were stronger now,
    coming on the
    breeze,
    the thin veneer
    of time
    was being stripped away.

    I had never noticed
    these things before.
    Just wake, sleep, eat and love,
    never enough
    time for the smell of the sea
    or a quiet
    walk on the beach.
    The feel of the sand in your
    sandals,
    sand in your hair.
    I watch the waves
    wash the sand out to sea.
    I think that
    I will winter here
    by the sea.

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    devaamido commented on Winter Tide

    02-06-2010

    This is not only an excellent piece of descriptive poetry, it also bespeaks a maturity of perceptive appreciation unusual at age 45 without some transformational prior experience

    tierra7 commented on Winter Tide

    02-06-2010

    i truly appreciate this write....it took me 19 years to live life again.. i sooo love this write...i love anything to do with the sea/ocean or any body of water and me..thank you soooo much for sharin'....made me smile....Namaste...Tierra@}-'-,- (10+ )

    Teardrops commented on Winter Tide

    01-19-2010

    I love the sea shore and love the way the sky meet the land you said all i love about the ocean great poem Marie

    Poetry is not a turning loose of emotion, but an escape from emotion.

    T. S. Eliot (1888-1965) American-English poet and playwright.

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