Sea

Rushing

towards me in rhythm

pushing, pulling in tides

of undertow and strong currents.

I rest, for the tides of my soul

are brought into the life of the sea.

Copyrighted:  CMM  2011

Wet morning sand stick to my feet

while brown seaweed breaks into my path.

I travel to my beginnings toward the sea.

Watchful without pretention or notice

sounds of waves crashing and wind blushing

past me, as I step into the path.

On the shores morning and evening meet always.

Reflection of all time before me, and after me,

will continue long after my footprints are no longer

wet to my feet; deep into my path.

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I woke this morning and over my head

Hung glitter of stars while I was in bed

The dipper was titled just enough to see

The constellations spilled all around me

Stars hung so close to the morning sea

No beginning, no end from the stars and me

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Midnight and the sea and wind plays just inside the moon.

Beacons flicker on the horizon to remind the sea the ships wait until morning light.

Unseen Artist’s brush sweeps white froth clouds  against a midnight sky.

The poet listens to the wind’s promise to bring a rain shower to lead the dance.

The dust of the day , the worry of tomorrow finds a journey into a healing crescendo.

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I go to the ocean

To listen

I go to the sea

To find the lost me

I go to the shores

To hear the waves pray

wet sand caress my feet

The wind to lift my hair

I go to the place

My beginnings to renew

Whirling around me free

I have missed you my friend; the sea.

Copyright:   CMM  2016

We have walked into

our beginnings as far as

we can go…

now the sea calls us each to our purpose,

all that is left is to climb…

©Christine McNeill summer 2004

(dedicated to Jonathan the most wonderful

son )

Sunrise

Morning on the shores

brings you back to the place where

you can hear sunrise

in sequential order of

light, flight and the rush of tides…

it is then I pray.

Sea and Free Will

I am never more at peace,

soul, never so restless,

mind, never so engaged,

heart, never so brimming,

body, never so awake…

As it is

with sand slipping under my feet,

salt left on my skin from the sea’s wind.

the white aquatic seagulls call an echo,

behind the albatross breaking dawn…

to the heart of my beginnings.

copyrighted: CMM 2003

Haiku

Salty Swells arrive,

tide splashing, rocky shoreline

lone poet stays watch…

Copyrighted: CMM 2000