Exciting.
With tide at its highest the estuary
shimmers,
each filling inlet a labyrinth of
vigour.
The union of beauty and abstracted
silence
lures incoming bevies of feathered
wildness.
Scanty fresh cloud, blue morning
now broke
shifts gathering mist into patches
of smoke.
Sea-wind unfurls and with a first
shiver
wingbeats fast up-rise in palpable
rhythm.
Exciting as shore-line glitters with
welcome
an early start visit has proved truly
blessed.
Diamanté fragrance could lift each
dull day
if sun-rising memories in my mind
would stay.
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Fay Slimm. (
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Your obvious enthusiasm for all things of this earth both natural and naturerous (new word) but applicable methinks, spills over and leaves your reader in no doubt that poetry is not only a magnificent art form and means of expression but a force to be reckoned with too....... A mighty fine write Fay.....
Neville
Ah - I am loving that new word - "natureous" and big thank yous for applying it to my poetic work Nev............. your comments are always so welcome and inspire my pen to compose the natureous with more confidence.......... merci most beaucoup.......................... x Fay
my pleasure ..
A fine naturerous poem then Fay! And 'Bonjour'. That's about my limit of French . lol.
Though Fay is a lovely feminine name, we really could rename you Dawn you know.
Once again my mind is transported into the scene and i smell the salt air, hear the wildfowl fly past, the gentle lap of ebbing tide perhaps.
Thank you for this brief transport away from my laptop to wild imaginings. Much needed.
Wow - I am being gifted with lovely new names today and thank you for your suggestion too D - - yes I like the name Dawn - so rustic it suits a poet like me.......... glad my words transported you to that gentle ebbing tide my friend.
A fine poem Fay ~ The tide is at it's highest
Ex animo, Alan
Thank you Alan - - how kind of you to visit and read my impression of estuary beauty.
The little boy casts out his fishing line and pulls in the ebb and lets go with the flow of the estuary you write so eliquently about. A place I and others would without hesitating retiring to. Such beauty not only within the diversity of sea creatures, but within this naturally expressed poem. Estuary forever....
Yes dear Kevin - those who have to partake of the sea have the leanings of poets and cast out to waters for subjects of beauty. Thank you so much for your visit and read.
You're always welcome, Fay, and keep your beautifully coloured ink pen filled to the brim so not to miss anything from your well-crafted art...
I love how you describe the tide...I've never seen the tide come in because I live on a lake....but many of the things you wrote about are similiar....wonderful write dear Fay!
Thanking you dear Christina for dropping by and taking a peek at what high or ebb tides feel like to a poet like me............. the title gives but a clue to the thrill of an ocean's movement. I love lakes however and go often to a nearby stretch of calm water to think..............
Thanks FAY - ANGELA here ! As you know NZ is two Slim Islands consequently the Coast is very esturine ! Like the Corwall Peninsular - Auckland has two Coasts East & West and I love to watch the Sea ebbing & flowing in the Esturies any time of the Day or Night. The EBB & FLOW always reminds me that my Brian will soon *flow back again* straight into my
waiting ARMS ~ AMEN ! I often portray myself as the *Lady on the Shore !*
Blessings & Peace & Love
Yours ANGELA 🧡🧡🧡🧡🧡
Your words transported me to the beauty and wonder of that place Fay. Thank you.
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