One Single Impression: Bathing

From August 9, 2012
Sometimes it's about the fence--
Like this splintered one right here.

A dream dies; I bury it at the fence.

Beyond:
Sea oats,
White foam
Hushing the crash
Of each wave
And clear sky
That leads to some vast
And wild over-there:
Europe, Asia, Black, Red, and Dead seas...
Everything...

I stand at the fence and
I toss back lumps of coral
That have sat in the garage for years
Though they were never mine to keep.

They have been too long away
From the ocean that bathes softness
Into sharp edges.

I stand at the fence,
And I give them back.

One Single Impression

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23 Comments

  1. Beautiful!!!
    Hugs
    SueAnn

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  2. I love this. I have taken things from the ocean and feel the need to return them. It almost feels like theft. Maybe it is.

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  3. Hi there - very nice words - I think many of the things we find are not really ours to keep - but we can just look after them for a while.

    Thanks for the comments.

    Stewart M - Australia

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  4. Pure Magic Sandy.

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  5. Oh! No words, except Thank You!

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  6. "They were never mine to keep."

    How often I've had to learn this lesson myself. Beautiful sentiments; happy I found your blog this evening.

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  7. Sometimes those fences are life savers.

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  8. there are fine contrasting images of unresolve here: returning, releasing, cleansing, baptism, and yet there is the persona hemmed in behind the fence, an excellent write


    much love...

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  9. Excellently done, as always.

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  10. Stillness in this poem felt.Thanks.

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  11. Hello! We look forward to your nice blog. Very beautiful! From Japan. Ryoma Sakamoto.

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  12. wistful.
    there's something about the tone that left this reader reflecting.
    thanks for this

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  13. Anonymous9:24 AM

    I can imagine that so well....!!

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  14. Such a lovely poem and a dreaming lovely photo! :)
    This is the first summer for years I haven't swam in the sea, July has been too cold and rainy at my place.. and you've had some very hot weather?

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  15. I love the construction and flow of your poem Sandy. It is truly beautiful, intricate, and engaging.

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  16. Love the idea of "giving back"- and don't we all have those fences that we stand at or behind; loved it! Hope your school year goes well- I started back today :(

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  17. This is a really nice lovely poem, Sandy. Starting at the fence, you let us know we should know it.

    Every time things slow, you end this episode up just in time for the reader to not lose interest.

    I am glad that the shells came back to where they formerly sat when the dream of their being used came to an end. Good idea.

    We could use the same lines to record the death of a husband. Give him back.
    ..
    BTW, I did think of some cowbooy poetry while reading this. Doesn't fit very nice does it, sea shells and cowboys?
    ..

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  18. It’s the chinks in the fence that open your view to sky.
    This is truly a poem about surrender, a word I have fought with every fiber in my being. Our poems this week have similar themes, though mine does not have nearly the clarity of this one.

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  19. Very touching dear Sandy, about dreams, hopes and how to surrender to our destiny and to love what we set free.;)
    xoxo

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