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When I Am In The Sea
When I am in the sea I am as acrobatic as a
Jumping out of the water and diving to the sandy ocean floor.
The waves sway me with their laughter,
The tides pull me far away,
Content to take me with them.
I compete and win my way back to shore.
By Nile Verleur
At night the seashore is magical.
The water glitters with gold
The sky is dark blue
The dolphins are sleeping.
At dawn the seashore is magical.
The pale blue waves are small
The sky is streaked with pink
The dolphins are jumping.
In daylight the seashore is magical.
The sea is blue-green
The sun shines on the pale sand
The dolphins are leaping.
At sunset the seashore is magical.
The water is blue with pink flakes
The sky is orange and red
The dolphins are resting.
Elizabeth Wynne Bissell
"Medusas Full of Grace"
Isabel Xilonen Ortiz
Ocean swaying, white water
frothing, gently caressing Earth's bed of sand,
Humidity rises as soft mist swiftly guides seagulls through the air,
Seals become one with the stones, sliding into the cold rocky waters,
Salt and minerals float above the ocean's bosom, dissolving into mud,
Kids play in the murky waters as dogs jump and clench Frisbees,
People tan under brightly colored umbrellas,
Families peak over sparkling white balconies sightseeing,
Suddenly the sun falls behind the mountains as the glistening water darkens,
The moon then comes from where the sun once was, shedding streams of light,
the water shimmer,
Now all is quiet, even the fish
Not a creature is stirring by the moon's brimming dish.
She's been here since the dawn of time
Her waves slosh gracefully until the dark of night
Then Luna stirs and makes the waves, caused by her pull, to stray away
She can be pleasant or life stealing, but either way, she still redeems
Her beautiful dress stretches out with Luna's pull
Like a bed sheet with fluffy white ruffles
She will remain here 'till time is done; she and Luna moving as one
Little specks of translucent brown,
Flowing with the water,
Daring to drown.
Like brown rice,
They tickle my feet.
A very unpleasant way to meet.
I jump in surprise,
Along with a shriek,
And realize these beings
Are fragile and meek.
I call my friends over,
And as we stare,
The water washes away
The things that were there.
We bring over a pail,
And we all start to grab,
For the things that we call
Baby sand crabs.
The anchovies swarm together,
A silver river meandering through the endless blue
Out of the dark blue depths,
Like a boxer's fist,
a silent shark,
darts towards the school,
scattering the tiny fish
into an explosion of disorder.
A rhythmic pulse that speaks of centuries
her breast gently heaves up and down with its own continuous breathing
a massive body of undulating azure blue
Soothed by the tender surge that rushes through her eternal being
Long tumbling crescents of water rise and fall
Buckling beneath themselves in a splendor of white foam
Gracing the shore with long trails of seaweed
Her beauty lingers
As the long rays of the sun inch and dance over the enfolding ripples
Her surface gleams in its golden aura
Long have her waters laid adrift of our lands
Rejoicing and gleaming in her beauty and splendor,
the earth listens
Haiku for the Ocean
Sand along the shore
Individually they are all
Part of something big
Coming in from sea
Waves are rising with the wind
Crashing down in foam
Storm above the waves
Underneath the water's calm
Smooth and slow and quiet
Dancing rays of light
Frame fish like little jewels
In swaying seaweed
Whale drifting slowly
Immense, powerful, peaceful
Singing a slow song
Bits of sun and sky
Of stars and earth, fire and wind
Form the great oceans
Love Is An Ocean
Your love is as deep as the ocean.
Your arms are as wide as the sea.
Your power is like the rolling waves,
And to my heart you have the key.
God is like the ocean,
So deep and strong and true.
Love comes down from heaven
When the water touches you.
"The Coastal Night's Messenger"
As we walk aside the sand
Turquoise waves come in and out
Sand crabs scrambling to hide
Salty taste as I lick my lips
Mist that blows
But can't be felt
"A View from Below"
Sounds of thunder pounding the sand
Stirring the familiar pounding in my chest
In moments, I will become one
Once again with the primordial
soup of life
That which life all began
Slipping into my protective layer of black
Mesmerized I walk into the perfect mixture of salty liquid
feeling my body relax
Rhythmically the water moves back and forth as if to beckon
Effortlessly swimming along the surface above the dark life giving waters
Instinctually knowing this is past, this is present and this is our future
I am one
I am home
Hsien-Ping Jenny Cha
Surfer dies off Ocean Beach
Toiling by daily rituals, routines of life,
Wondering when the time would be free,
Free of the boundaries
Yet the waves brought some sort of prosperity
A small glimpse of the rapture filling my lungs
Was this what you had felt during the last seconds?
Danger and excitement mix until either one is recognizable
Sea salt, sand become a part of you
Gliding upon giant mountains of pure, untouched waters
Each moment spent reminiscing
A body washed ashore
Perhaps one more breath of air
Just a pulse somehow, praying for a miracle.
Living on the edge, a way of life that will never change.
A few insignificant words change it all
Like a spider stuck in it's own web,
Surfer dies off Ocean Beach.
"Flowing With Nature"