The wonder is our marriage to the sea
who, faithful to our shoreline, turns again
against the lapping rhythm of her wave.
In constancy, she is an endless gift.
Sea whispers heard, she slowly turns the tide
her decibels repeated; hear her sigh?
The sea , our mother, folds us in her arms
as we may cry an ocean by and by.
A walk along this ocean’s breaking morn.
Ave; farewell my heart. We had our time
along this ever-restful, peaceful shore
where love repeats with more love than before.
(blank verse/iambic pentameter) this is unfinished
Retired teacher. I write for the sheer joy of it. Prefer form over free verse. Favorite: English sonnet. Attended University of Florida, Gainesville,Fl and Florida Atlantic University, Boca Raton. Taught High School English in the '70's.
Freelance Photographer for Hallmark Greeting Card Company in the '70's. Still busy writing poetry.
The Horizon
The wonder is our marriage to the sea
who, faithful to our shoreline, turns again
against the lapping rhythm of her wave.
In constancy, she is an endless gift.
Sea whispers heard, she slowly turns the tide
her decibels repeated; hear her sigh?
The sea , our mother, folds us in her arms
as we may cry an ocean by and by.
A walk along this ocean’s breaking morn.
Ave; farewell my heart. We had our time
along this ever-restful, peaceful shore
where love repeats with more love than before.
(blank verse/iambic pentameter) this is unfinished