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
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:
Oh my, yes - a force to be reckoned with.
Love to you,
Gail
peace.....
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
I would love to live by the sea...I'd take my chances with the rage!
Well said. Have a great week, have not been keeping up with all the posts...mary
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
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