Pacific Ocean swash
leaves hints upon the sand
of its nether world below
discards abyssal remnants
for moon jellyfish dissolve
and blue mussel shell wreck
and blur of flea hazed kelp
erases imprint of a barefoot path
mizzles spray soak to a chill
and dims wave crash to a hiss
between our separate range
there will be no translation
no easy blending to exist
only recognition of circumference
where the taste of sea in salt
is faint as watermark
Bonnie Marshall
Artist: John Miller
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Love it! Bought your book Bonnie and I love it! God bless.
Oh, thank you, dear one. Very meaningful to me. Smiles.
“Mizzles spray soak to a chill” a delight. Ans the last verse, too…
Simon, know please how very much I value your specific comment. Gratefully received.
Oh my Bonnie….your language here evokes just the embrace I feel whenever I am standing before the waves and that ocean light once again. Wonderful!
Then I feel grateful, cherished reader. XXOO
Makes me feel like I’m on vacation….the ocean is one of my most favorite places and you’ve described the experience to a T!
Wonderful Nancy, thank you, and I know.
Absolutely love this one! I’ve walked beaches on the Atlantic and the Pacific, from the California and Hawaiian sides – I feel the sea splash me in this poem, and I am sinking in sand.
Oh, Sharon, such a thoughtful and beautifully worded comment. Thank you.
Oh, I so love the subtlety of this!
Hello, and you reassure me that you find it so. Grateful smiles …