Saturday, January 14, 2017

It's come full circle




It's come full circle
I have become old
Losing my senses
I stare out at the blue water
Water I paddled in as a child
The tide comes in rolling waves
Testing, cresting, washing over the shore
Leaving a wake of frothy ribbons of bubbles
Making the shingle sing faint praises to its might

The seagulls shrill cries
The crabs scuttling
Ribbons of kelp dumped
Sad seashells mourning their owners
Sun now singeing their colour away
While sea remains blue much like me
Its roiling rolling surf peaks again
I look on having lived my life; my stitch of time
Draw pictures in the sand as the sea rolls in again
To wash them clear away sensing my foolishness

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25 comments:

  1. I look on having lived my life; my stitch of time
    lovely poem, Oldegg :)

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  2. Draw pictures in the sand as the sea rolls in again
    To wash them clear away sensing my foolishness... a poignant write Robin.

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  3. This is soo very beautiful and poignant both at the same time ❤️

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  4. Wonderful poem, full of pathos, Robin.

    Vera
    todadwithlovepoetryandprose.wordpress.com

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  5. Things do come full circle - but to see beauty and play in the shore is good no matter our years

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  6. I enjoyed your poem very much. I paticularily liked the final three lines. For arn't we all a stitch in time.

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  7. This tidal, wave-lapping vigil begins and ends as the one defining poem. Amen.

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  8. These lines ring with an authenticity which speaks to the reader.. so easy to imagine oneself on that shore.

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  9. I like that "stitch of time". I feel - and share - the poignancy of this time in our lives. Thankfully, the beauty of the ocean remains unchanged, and still brings us joy.

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  10. I like the feeling of coming full circle. Of coming back to where once we were... for me the sea would be such a place.

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  11. "my stitch of time"--what a great descriptive phrase and, oh, how it feels just like that! So small and brief!

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  12. These are my favorite lines:
    "Leaving a wake of frothy ribbons of bubbles"
    "Sad seashells mourning their owners"
    "To wash them clear away sensing my foolishness"

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  13. Ah, I am sure you have have had a wonderful journey from there to here...are we not all a stitch in time part of that wonderful tapestry called life...

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  14. For me, the sea is always a reflection of our stitch in time. Beautifully written,

    Elizabeth

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  15. This is WONDER-FULL! "I look on having lived my life; my stitch of time": a profound, accepting and indelible line of poetry. I would put this piece, up there with some of your very best work, Robin!

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  16. Draw pictures in the sand as the sea rolls in again
    To wash them clear away sensing my foolishness

    To while away time all to oneself. What a wonderful occasion to gather lots of ideas!

    Hank

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  17. Your poem sure speaks to my thoughts as I grow older. I only wish the waves could wash away some of my foolishness from the past! Wait! But isn't that foolish? Lol! Have a nice week!

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  18. A wonderful poem, Old Egg; just beautiful. :-)

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  19. This is my new favorite of all your poems! I FEEL the sun singeing the color away, feel my own fond foolishness.

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  20. I think that there is something very healing about being near the ocean. . .the sounds, the smells, the sights. Yours is a very lovely poem.

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