The Indian Ocean

The Indian Ocean

 

It seemed like a huge variance between a pallid blue into a grand azure

with a lean slither of sunbaked saffron sand

shimmering and slicing its way along an indeterminable edge

Pristine beauty barely defiled by human interruption

the sun hovered aloft in an aura of majesty above its pleasure

The air was fresh and a balmy breeze caressed one's flesh

Did one need more than this?

Surely such a land and seascape

mingled in a blessed harmony could reconcile the soul

A new world salubrious and intoxicating, a foretaste

of a long forgotten homeland

I shall carry the memory of this scene

wherever I go until the day I die

I pray that it will endure as a

sacrament of creation

a supreme gift of inner

salvation.

◄ The Village Hall

In my element ►

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keith jeffries

Fri 3rd Dec 2021 12:23

Thank you to all who commented on this poem. When I wrote it my mind was taken back to the coastline of Oman, which is on the Indian Ocean and relatively untouched by any development. An almost pristine environment.
Keith

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jennifer Malden

Fri 3rd Dec 2021 11:09

Just beautiful! Really enjoyed it. Jennifer

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John Botterill

Mon 29th Nov 2021 20:23

An atmospheric and beautifully crafted poem, Keith. Loved it. John Botterill ?

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