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Springtide

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Under a concave hoof print, a pool.

Sand under the water.

The sea is still.

She inhales.

Inhales deeply from the other side of the ocean

where west coast becomes eastern seaboard.

She inhales and all her minions in exoskeletons scrape together the seabed.

Raking it with awkward claws, into a sandbank,

from where, she pauses, and then, rolls out her sigh.

The lone surfer rides the sigh as it travels

and quiet blue turns to crashing white-water.

Moving inland, the sigh washes across the pebbles

making them rattle and dance.

But she who gives soon takes away

and as the sand takes the footprints the sea takes back the wave.

Inhaling once more, gathering all into herself.

The moon, her life-support.

Breathe in. Breathe out.

Moon tides, spring tide,

benign to portentous in the drift of a dark cloud.

Rip tides follow tracks she traces deep in the sands

and the sea claims back her land.

Deb J 08

 

 

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<Deleted User> (5646)

Fri 10th Apr 2009 12:16

Hi Deb,
you know i enjoy reading all of your poems and this one is no exception.
Lovely imagery, powerfully moving and beautifully written.
Janet.x

<Deleted User>

Thu 9th Apr 2009 22:13

excellent ....really like the movement of the words on the page too. Like this as I am very visual with poems as a reader. Adds another dimension to it.

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sian howell

Thu 9th Apr 2009 20:28

right from the first line.."concave footprint" I thought this is special and it is...well done another lovely offering- a beautiful ocean journey. Sian X

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shoeless

Thu 9th Apr 2009 10:48

another beautiful poem . you have a special way with describing nature , the feel of the expansive power and movement of our world

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Gus Jonsson

Thu 9th Apr 2009 10:27

Superb outstanding... love all of the delicate detail...
I want to put the words in a box and save them.

Wonderful...wonderful
Gusx

Pete Crompton

Wed 8th Apr 2009 20:28

Amazing poem.
Amazing and dreamlike picture to go with it.
Excellent.
Fantastic dream like imagery worthy in any poetry collection.

I second all the emotion

the waves are always like the breathing
the stones and the gentle roll
up heaves the weariest spirit
I love being on the beach
this could be read in a storm
or on a calmest day
this is refreshing and uplifting.
beautiful.

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Francine

Wed 8th Apr 2009 20:25

This is absolutely beautiful Deborah!
I go to the beach often and you've described the beauty of it so eloquently : )

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Anthony Emmerson

Wed 8th Apr 2009 18:12

Hi Deborah,
I enjoyed this. An imaginitive way to look at the forces which shape our world, and ultimately our lives. Lots of hissing and shushing sibilants - especially here: "She inhales and all her minions in exoskeletons scrape together the seabed." and "she pauses, and then, rolls out her sigh. The lone surfer rides the sigh as it travels" - almost a sound track accompaniment, which would make it very easy on the ear. I could also hear the "washes across the pebbles making them rattle and dance." A much more staccato sound. Great idea very well expressed.
Regards,
A.E.





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Julian (Admin)

Wed 8th Apr 2009 18:02

I think this is a beautiful poem, Deborah. I enjoyed hearing it at Hebden Bridge, and reading it here gives me chance to linger longer over its rhythms and its beauty. Thank you.

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