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| La Jument, photo by Jean Guichard |
Before I open my eyes
I hear the call of waves,
the moan of timber.
I had forgotten there would be gulls,
the innocence of sea air
on my pillow.
It breathes differently, virginal;
never inhaled
by anyone else.
I consider drowning;
I don't cry out
or wave my arms.
There is no anchor;
sighs from my lips and nose
rhythm the stillness.
The keeper stirs;
tends the flame; ensures
a safe and pleasant passage.
...sounds like a good morning to wake up to... a fine, refreshing piece to read on & on, Tess... happy new year! smiles...
ReplyDeleteThank you Kelvin...Happy New Year to you!
DeleteBeautiful. Safe harbor amidst raging sea ....
ReplyDeletebeautiful and wonderful imagery.
ReplyDeleteThe passion to the sea feels through you poem...
ReplyDeleteDefinitely filled with imagery and sensory.
ReplyDeleteso very sensual and passionate. Wonderful Tess!
ReplyDeleteVery passionate and sensual I agree with other members it comes through in waves! Great write Tess! Especially:
ReplyDeleteIt breathes differently, virginal;
never inhaled
by anyone else.
Wow!
You've captured their importance perfectly.
ReplyDeleteThis evokes passion with each wave of the sea..
ReplyDeleteIn awe one stirs up in the mornings, sensuously led and bidding for feelings of goodness. Wonderful write Tess!
ReplyDeleteHank
Very sensual.
ReplyDeleteEloquent and even a bit stunning...
ReplyDelete"Never inhaled by by anyone else"...love that..and everything else...
ReplyDeletethis has a beautiful ethereal quality which is set against the stormy crashing of the waves in the picture...
ReplyDeleteAnd we are so thankful for his diligence!
ReplyDeleteLovely images. Yes, of course the light needed tending back then.
ReplyDeleteNice to be back. Took me a few minutes to remember the process! XX\
Ford it's good to see you again...you were missed, dear friend...
DeleteGreat word pictures ...
ReplyDeleteAt the mercy of wind and waves, to be isolated could be either terrifying or exhilarating, depending on ones perspective. I like the imagery of sea air being intimate, personal, never exhaled by anyone else. Lovely write, Tess.
ReplyDeleteThank you for your lovely comments...they mean so very much to me...
ReplyDeleteHail good lady , well met , happy new year , riding out a record heatwave in Australia , 48 deg c in some places .....biblical. Thanks for the brine
ReplyDeleteHard to imagine just coming from a polar vortex on this side of the world...Happy New Year Kutamun!
DeleteI like the thought of the raging sea never affecting the safeness of his haven.
ReplyDeleteHot and sensual.
ReplyDeleteLovely words.
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