My Sea

Poem By marion carter

Sometimes I wonder where I would be,
if I'd had a love affair with the open sea.
Many places beckon with open arms,
to visit, enjoy and experience their charms.

But I cannot overcome my morbid fear,
of all that water with no land near.
The rolling liquid with depths unknown
has never eased my fear of dread unsown.

To swim and to bathe and float in the foam,
awkwardly body board, and beach to roam.
Yes I love the sea then, the sun and the sand,
as long as my feet on the land can stand.

The beauty is there with the air so clean,
in sand, footsteps indented, tell where you've been.
So much exists there, but may never be seen -
A flash of sunlight on a wet stone,
Tiny crabs little balls of sand clone.
The froth of a wave left on your toes,
so gently it comes and more gently it goes.

Copycat clouds scatter frothy and high,
as the waves below heave and sigh,
sunbeams spear and shatter
into myriads of sparkles and shimmers,
as they pierce the surface flatter,
and fade into dim glimmers
Till their light is no more,
washed up and dead on the shore.

Then snatched back to life again as a slave
the light re-awakens on the crest of a wave,
washed in, washed out, relit, blacked out,
the sea is alive from without and within
We loathe, we love, with sea akin.

Yes I still love the sea, the sun and the sand,
as long as my feet on the land can stand.

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