sea

Water is home

~ hiraethphoenix

The water was his home,
Long before our paths intersected;
A safe place where his soul
Would come alive in
The rhythm, spray, crashing of the waves.
The chaos at home was forgotten,
Buried as soon as his feet touched
The sand and solitude became a
Comfort to that which was,
And could not be.
He would stay there for hours,
Long after the last surfer left
And sunrise beckoned the night
To arrive.
I still see it when I watch him:
He comes alive in the water,
His movements fluid, as if the
Water breaks to meet him,
An old and faithful friend.
His wait for the right wave
A meditation, reflection of beauty.
And I know home for him is our family,
But a part will always be
In the sea.

Copyright Hiraeth 2016

Advertisement

Rip tide

~ hiraethphoenix

Across this ocean,
Depths divide
Unknown parts
You choose to hide.
I send an SOS
But you miss the key
I wake one day
Determined to fly free.
You stand in shock
You were everything,
My rock
And the arrogance engulfs us,
A rip tide, its currents strong
We swim with it and
In time admit we were wrong.

Copyright Hiraeth 2015
PAD Challenge 2015 Day 25:
For today’s prompt, write an across the sea poem. This could be a love letter, an electronic submission through cyber space and time, or a travel poem (by air or sea, though probably not car). Modern travel or back in the days of rugged explorers. Wandering or wondering, your choice. As always, the prompt is just the springboard to your poem; feel free to bend and break.

One day

~ hiraethphoenix

One day when we are
Older,
Have more money,
More time,
We will live close to the sea.
We will collect seashells, surf,
Build sandcastles, make wind chimes
Learn to let life be.
Right now it is not an option,
We are just surviving, getting by.
We have to be responsible, logical,
Don’t you see?
One day death arrives unexpected,
Uninvited to intrude,
It wakes us up,
Jolts us,
And we realise:
This, now, is all we have.
So we buy a house
Close to the sea,
Collect seashells, surf,
Build sandcastles,
Make wind chimes
And finally
Learn to breathe.

Copyright Hiraeth 2015
PAD Challenge Day 22:
For today’s prompt, write a nature poem. For many poets, the first thing that may pop to mind includes birds, trees, waterfalls, rivers, and such. But there’s also human nature, nature vs. nurture, and other things natural, including natural selection and being a “natural” at something. Let your nature take it where it will today.

Black

~ hiraethphoenix

The sea is angry today,
Waves leap wildly to shore,
Playing tug of war
With the wind
(who has retreated in fear).
A mass of deep dark blue,
Bordering on black,
It revels in its depression
While a grey sky observes in
Silence
(it knows
that this too shall pass).
And as somber as it seems
It is beauty to my soul
And a reminder
That light cannot exist
In the absence of darkness.

Copyright Hiraeth 2015
PAD Challenge Day 15:
For today’s prompt, pick an adjective, make it the title of your poem, and then, write your poem. If you’re feeling stuck on this one, go back through your poems earlier this month and find adjectives you used–if any. Or crack open a dictionary. Or scan other poems for ideas.

Waves

~ hiraethphoenix ~ Leave a comment

“We have coffee at his flat and with the aroma of caffeine, sea and cigarette smoke, I tell him my story, no embellishment, no minimizing, just how it was. He doesn’t flinch, doesn’t lose eye contact, just listens. And after I finish reciting an entire list of why he shouldn’t date me, including that I won’t fit in with his friends, I am emotionally broken and very, very complicated with many compulsive habits (I check my Ghd is off four times before leaving for work), he turns to me and says “do you hear the waves?” and suddenly, I do.”

Copyright HiraethPhoenix 2014