Tide-Turn.
Twice daily the lavender sea
flattens and makes up its mind to aim
fresh currents at underneath
dark-cobbled greyness
of boat-bobbing harbour and fill anchored
bottoms with foamy increase.
To slide greasy fingers between
barnacled stones as tidal force weaves
turn-coat creep of fresh waves
around furry carpet weed,
lush with ardent pulse wet kelp raises
green arms to hourly push.
Walking dry shores I frequently catch
myself asking why
the come-and-go ocean has no rest
but indifferent tides
just turn and provide me no answer.
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Fay Slimm. (
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Its as if the tides are there to remind us of the permanence of certain rhythms giving us a perspective upon how short our life span is and how insignificant are the problems we bring to contemplate by the breaking waves or the creeping rise of estuary.
Contemplating such 'permanence' of our surroundings is a drug i shouldnt mind becoming addicted to. For in the end, those question you mention, answer themselves.
Your wise and thoughtful comment D.A. is such a fine in-put to these lines about Tide Turn - -grateful thanks for taking the bones of each question and adding depth of reminders that permanence shows its own answer.
Now this great write has inspired a whimsy - will get it down on paper and pop it on here tomorrow.
Cant wait to read your whimsical sequel dear Mike and so glad the read inspired your great mind.
Just posted another - it'll be Monday now.
Such great images and I'm dismayed that they won't answer you........ I love the furry carpet weed and it's greeen arms Fay.
Well dear Lorna if poets like me ask silly questions what do we expect ! - - so glad though you liked the seaweedy waves as Tide Turn creeps round them again.
DA just took the words outa my own mouth .. this is another fine example of your wonderful word weaving Fay ... I wonder how many others will appreciate the accuracy of your opening line .. apart from the obvious of course ..
There is something very special .. beyond compelling about the ocean isn't there ... I am so glad it is only just on my door step ....
... Neville
Apologies for butting in here! How do ya get out front door, if the ocean is on ya doorstep? (I wish I would shut up sometimes. lol).
Could not agree more my amigo about living so close to the ocean and experiencing tide's swell and its ebb - - glad too for your sensing the opening line - thank you dear Nev. for such an encouraging comment.
The mystery of tides fascinates us wonders that it can show us in both quietitude and rage is phenomenal.
Andy
Yes my friend every tide when noted sends vibes through both water and land............. wonders indeed.
Good write Fay. You're nearer them tides than me!
To be near the ocean is a must for me Orchi.
You must live by the sea! Such beauty in your eyes and words, lovely write as always
Yes the sea means so much to my writing ability and inspires many lines D - thanks for your read and this lovely comment.
Engaging lovely read , Fay 🙂 nice choice of words
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