“A poem is the very image of life expressed in its eternal truth.”
Percy Bysshe Shelley

Monday, March 12, 2012

Far Rumblings


I hear far rumblings
waves crashing in metered pace
thrashing onto sand

undulating dunes
a protective barrier
the ocean distant

I sometimes ponder
my vulnerability
to the sea’s raging

5 comments:

Gail said...

Oh my, yes - a force to be reckoned with.
Love to you,
Gail
peace.....

Muffie said...

Such a beautiful image! I love the beach -- it's the one place where I can feel at peace. Metaphorically, we are at the mercy of a huge force!
Peace,
Muff

Karen said...

I would love to live by the sea...I'd take my chances with the rage!

Travelogue for the Universe said...

Well said. Have a great week, have not been keeping up with all the posts...mary

Peace Be With You said...

Gail, Muff, Karen, and Mary,

I do love living near the ocean. It feeds my soul. But having lived on an ocean-going trawler for four years, I am also respectful of its capacity for raw, even destructive, force. On a boat, one is always aware of that potential. And it struck me that, as Muff states, the sea is also a metaphor for MS in that we are indeed at the mercy of a huge force.

Judy