I walk along the beach where the remnants of
once mighty waves reach to lose themselves
in thousand year old grains of sand, each
step leaving a fleeting impression of my foot
a metaphor for our ephemeral lives
like my foot prints, my life will be lost and forgotten
replaced by new impressions and new life
but like the sand, the fabric of life will endure
the wind carries with it the voice of my mother
the sound of the breaking waves waking memories
rocking in her arms, listening to her gentle lullabies
the warm water swirling around my toes
evoking faint feelings of childhood bath pleasures
white clouds painted haphazardly into the blue sky
triggering flashes of recognition, of pleasures
thought to have faded into oblivion a long time ago
I step into the ocean, into the gentle rolling swells
inhaling the heady smell of the unfathomable sea
the warm salty water cuddling me like a womb
releasing primeval sensations of belonging and being
at one with the mystical wonder of creation
my mind feels at home, comfortable, loved
Irrevocable surrender to the beauty of existence
Unquestionable acceptance of the miracle of life
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Alfred Peyer (Pseudonym) (
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Comments7
beautiful and pensive cerebration
Mahalo X! And a second thank you for putting it into your favs!
Fred, what a beauty! After the first stanza I thought 'I must make special mention of this'...then the second... and the third.
Got me where it counts...
Mahalo Dave, coming from a writer like you your comment means a lot!
Wonderful words Fred, those times alone walking with natures wonder can bring such wonderful peace into our hearts and minds.
Andy
Thanks Andy, you are absolutely right!
Boom you'll never be forgotten as you impacted me and that ripple will go on for eternity
Thank you for sharing your outstanding soul, see you in the ocean when our spirits leave these vessels
Thank you so much for your kind comment, PD. It is true that our actions might impact the future somehow. Remember the butterfly effect?
Remember it, we are it! Lol
Great write Fred.
Ain't no life here: *points to space between the two sides of me skull*: no-one at home there, though the lights are on!' lol.
Thanks orchi, agree with you. You could shoot a bullet through my head and it wouldn't hit anything!!!
'the warm salty water cuddling me like a womb
releasing primeval sensations of belonging and being
at one with the mystical wonder of creation
my mind feels at home, comfortable, loved'..
Brilliant!
behold, a poet utilising that confidence excavated from 'wasted' hours before blank pages and those broken backspace and delete keys..
flexing - as that hindered creativity begins to stretch and reach for all the potential: awaiting to be unleashed!
keep striving dear poet, soar within your wings of ink,
Mahalo Fred
Thanks so much L.B. for your very kind comment. It is much appreciated!
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