What Are The Joys Of Life?
Crescent moon, single star
reflecting on the ocean,
pounding waves against coarse sands
set the day in motion.
Black curtain fades, lucid light
creeps along the skyline,
subtle pinkish orange,
God's signature is the byline.
casts line into the sea
human candle, unaware
his calmness reaches me.
Dolphins ride the surf,
crab washed onto shore,
salty breeze against my face,
who could ask for more?
Ripples softly wash bare feet,
distant churchbell rings,
lessons learned, joys of life
are in the simple things.
The above poem was written by me when I was employed as a Medical Secretary at an institution for the mentally retarded. Each year the Library held a writing contest, and they offered three categories: Poem, Short Story and Essay. I always entered all three categories.
As most writers know, it is easy to put writing on the back burner. One day passes, then two. Suddenly I find a few weeks have passed, and I have done zero writing. However, with this annual contest, I was forced to write because there was always a deadline.
I have to tell you what inspired me to write this poem. Each year my husband and I left our jobs for two weeks, and we went on vacation. We loved Myrtle Beach, South Carolina. We always stayed at the same hotel, located on the ocean.
Every morning I would sit on the balcony, before daylight, with my steaming cup of coffee and my journal. I was always entranced with the fall crescent moon, and a single star below it against the navy sky. I would then glance at the beach which was still dark. I could hear the waves hitting the shore. All was so peaceful, and the brisk air was exhilarating.
Then I spotted a bright lantern on the shore. As daylight began, and the sky lightened, I saw the silhouette of a lone fisherman casting his line. Eventually I would leave the room and walk along the shore.
This whole scenario inspired me to write the poem because I was so in awe of the beauty and simplicity of that moment in time.
I have one regret. I wish I had approached the fisherman and talked with him. You see, each year we went, he was still there, fishing, living his life, doing what he loved.
We hope to return to Myrtle Beach within the next year or two. I wonder if he is still there?
Sincerely, Blessings, Sparklea :)
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