Of wind and rain
Of wind and rain, my soul is made
Of hearty sand and salt
The wind has often carried many pieces of my heart
For softly, myself, I have confessed
To the breezes across my inlet
My ocean, she has my every secret kept
I feared not I would be found out
She listens intently, she listens my dear
She washes away the hurt and keeps my mind clear
I am absolved by her movements
I am enlightened by her force
I am but a small ship, sailing her course
Of wind and rain my soul is made
I am melting into her tide
It is in her flow I feel no reason, no reason at all to hide
She brings me to this solace, this feeling of peace she gives
So utterly at peace I be, its on this coast I feel I have lived
Of wind and rain my soul is made.
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Background to this, I lived on the coast of Newfoundland for most my life, 200 feet from the ocean. I spent much time on my little shore clearing my mind, solving the problems of my world by skimming rocks off the open water.
let the wind and rain carry me far far away into your hubdelicious world of soul searching and profound sentiment. This is as pure as poetry gets.
I live very near the Gulf of Mexico, and while we have much more sun than rain we do get our fair share of stormy weather. The sand, and salt, and ocean breeze are a favorite refuge of mine and you've brought to life beautiful imagery of another coastline for me to enjoy through my mind's eye.
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Thanks lalesu.... there is absolutely NOTHING that reminds me of home more than the salty air of my sea!
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Thanks Epigramman.... we are what we write ;)
Aw I've missed this one. Absolutely beautiful. Felt how much you love this person. Soul and heart, heart and soul. So lucky is the ocean whenever you float..
Amazing!
Enigmatic me , this is a beautiful piece of work. It evokes serenity and peace in me and makes me wish to live nearby the ocean and experience the delights of being close to the coast!
Thank you for sharing!
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There's within everyone of us the desire to 'go home'. My words are really the only way I will get there. For things change and people move, what was once my home is now a memory with a sadness and a rye smile I look back on it.
I love your words and can relate to this powerful connection. I get to the coast as often as I can and its not enough because,
"She washes away the hurt and keeps my mind clear"
Her therapy is far superior to any psychologist's services.
Beautiful words of a deep soul connection, my votes to you Enigmatic Me, and sharing.
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Fennelseed thanks again. I believe I am a manic poet..lol... thoughts and feelings take form, then no words could be wrote for months... I appreciate you all taking the time to share your own views.... brings me to a more holistic view of myself!
I, too, am a sibling of the ocean. I used to swim out way past the breakers on the Hawaii and California coastlines, and I would float for minutes, hours? Time was suspended. Sky, human organism, water one.
I now live in the mountains, but the sea will always run deep in my spirit, and is a part of me forever.
An intensely evocative, exquisite poem, Enigmatic. You know how to bring it home in your words. Bless you. Thank you.
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Wow, thanks so much for the kind words Dancing Water. Its hard to get a thing out of your system when it is a part of you. I've lived in places less close to water and had felt stifled. I think I'm an East Coast Kid for life... though, swimming out past the breakers in pacific waters sounds sooo much warmer!
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