Salt air electric on my tongue, my eyes
The cliffs fell away and beneath me swelled
Tears of a goddess, weeping and vengeful
Her voice roaring in my ears, my thoughts
Collected by the passing of millenia
And spilled here upon the sand.
I tremble for the horizon set in rise and fall
Reach out and I just might make contact
Or fall to the swells and sweep away
To halls of a waiting master.
A breath exhaled, time slowed
And all before me converged on this moment
When the sun shone a strange new color
Witness to the crumbling edge of the world
Down slopes to the furnace, tread lightly
Mark the way for return or stay lost beneath the surface
Of a world grown suddenly immense.
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Photo by Ray Bilcliff from Pexels
Do you remember the first time you saw the ocean? I wish I could.
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7 responses to “Her Voice a Roar”
Your work is truly inspirational for me! Keep writing like this so that you can fill up my mind with such great ideas.
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Wow, thank you! It means a lot to hear that, and I will try to keep it up (:
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I love this strong and all encompassing look at the vastness of the sea, thank you for this poetic look at one of the wonders of the world, the ocean.
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Thanks for your kind words (: I’m too far away from the ocean these days—can’t wait until I’m close to it again.
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Beautifully penned, Mitchel. I was born and raised in Florida and spent most of my life by the ocean. I love the mystery and beauty it brings.
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Thank you (: we’re from opposite corners/oceans—I was born in Washington!
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You’re welcome!
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