FredPeyer

The Miracle of Life

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

Comments7

  • XIdlepoetX

    beautiful and pensive cerebration

    • FredPeyer

      Mahalo X! And a second thank you for putting it into your favs!

    • Doggerel Dave

      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...

    • FredPeyer

      Mahalo Dave, coming from a writer like you your comment means a lot!

    • Goldfinch60

      Wonderful words Fred, those times alone walking with natures wonder can bring such wonderful peace into our hearts and minds.

      Andy

      • FredPeyer

        Thanks Andy, you are absolutely right!

      • Poetic Dan

        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

        • FredPeyer

          Thank you so much for your kind comment, PD. It is true that our actions might impact the future somehow. Remember the butterfly effect?

          • Poetic Dan

            Remember it, we are it! Lol

          • orchidee

            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.

            • FredPeyer

              Thanks orchi, agree with you. You could shoot a bullet through my head and it wouldn't hit anything!!!

            • L. B. Mek

              '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

              • FredPeyer

                Thanks so much L.B. for your very kind comment. It is much appreciated!



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