Ode to the Beach

I love a sunny day at the beach. I love the sounds of the waves, the smell of the sea, the feeling of warm sand in between your toes. I love the feeling of the water flowing over your feet as you stand at the edge of the tide, and the way you start to sink as the water wets the sand.  I don’t mind the seagulls that see any food as fair game; or those little hermit crabs that crawl on you. But I think what I love most is just staring into that unending horizon. It helps to remind me that I am a just a speck of dust in the grand scheme of things. The tide will still come in, the seagulls will still fly, and the crabs will still crawl, whether I’m here to see it or not. Maybe those problems aren’t as big as they seem?image

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Piano Man

The Piano man sat down to his second home, & laid his fingers on the ivory slabs. He took a deep breath and his fingers started their magic. With closed eyes, he leaned his head back, and rocked violently as if the music was surging through him; affecting every cell in his body. Every note drew me in closer, calling me by name. It was almost as if the crowd around me had disappeared and it was only him and I in the room. In a trance I was in awe of the way he threw his soul into each key.

As the music winded down, silence draped the room. What a contrast to the sounds just a moment before! Dazed, I was thrusted back into reality.  I watched as the Piano man took his simple bow and walked off the stage seemingly unaffected. I began to wonder if the experience had all been a figment of my imagination. Had he not just hypnotized me? Had he not just cast a spell on us all?

Trust

I guard my heart above all, but in your eyes I could surely fall.

Loving you won’t be hard, you make me forget I am scarred.

Others say we are a pair, but to you can my soul be bare?

Visions of us in my mind, are you the one I’m meant to find?

Enamored by your sweet smile, in awe of your effortless style.

You say you mean no harm, but I’ve been deceived by charm.

Once pretty words undid me, and taken for a fool I would be.

Until you can be proven, this distrust will not loosen.

The Untitled Journey

I’ve always admired poets who could rhyme because I’ve always found it so difficult. Taking the time out to think of rhyming words to me disrupted the flow as the words left my mind and went onto the page. Well today I wrote a poem that rhymes, I still find it difficult but I’m proud of myself for actually completing one. Its also the longest poem I’ve ever written. Well here it is, I haven’t thought of a title just quite yet, but it was inspired by the word “Journey.”

When new challenges loom, you’ve got to leap.

How else can you accomplish any feat?

Just beyond that fear is your dream.

No matter how bad things may seem.

Continue to sow and you will reap.

 

It’s in the trouble that we are transformed.

It’s in the struggle that we are reborn.

This is when our strength grows.

So we can endure the coming lows.

 

Don’t you be sad, and don’t you have sorrow.

This isn’t the promise for all the tomorrow’s.

There’s still love and there’s still laughter.

That is what we should be after.

 

How sweet is the calm after the conflict?

How sweet is the freedom after the restrict?

Revel in your highs.

But don’t forget your cries.

And all the triumphs that you’ve gripped.

 

Take heart and take heed!

For it has been decreed!

Trouble may be with you at night.

But will be gone at first light!

Claim victory and be freed!