The Ocean

Fishing boat coming ashore, San Agustinillo, Mexico – Jan 2021
 The Ocean
 I. A lover

 She pulses under the little boats
 with their brown fishermen
 who know her like a lover
 sensing her moods
 content for her to kiss them
 with her abundance 
 II. A queen
 This queen reigns
 over vast lands, unconstrained,
 not to be contained,
 she spreads herself upon the shore
 saturating sand, soaking deep
 she throws herself over rocks
 splashes, transformed to salty mist,
 dissolving into air
 permeating everything
 III. A pool
 She sits like a pool
 on a hot summer day
 inviting you in
 to her stillness
 her soft wetness
 carries your weight
 and you rest on her soft body
 slumbering in her surety 

This is the second post to include poetry I wrote while on holiday last month in Mexico. (Go HERE if you missed the first.) I never tire of sitting in silence and watching the beautiful Pacific meet the coast in the sweet little town of San Agustinillo. This poem is part of an online collection I call Little Morsels of Delight.


Dog playing on the beach in San Agustinillo, Mexico – Jan 2021
 Oh, the way the dogs
 tumble over the sand like
 rocks freed from the mountainside
 rolling, rolling, rolling
 too tired to keep going
 stopping to feel the exertion
 and the exhilaration of exhaustion 

This was the first in a series of poems I wrote while on holiday in San Agustinillo, Mexico last month. I love the freedom of the dogs there. (And, how over the past 16 years, the dogs have become healthy and well cared for.) They are a source of daily inspiration (and energy!). I’ve included a couple of bonus photos of the 2 dogs who hung out with Jim and I at our posada. This poem is part of an online collection I call Little Morsels of Delight.

Celeste joining a morning walk
Lucy wanting to know if we have anything tasty in our room


Fanore, County Clare, Ireland

Another poem written to a prompt provided in How to Write Poetry: A Guided Journal with Prompts to Ignite Your Imagination. On the technique of imagery, the prompt guided me to imagine a vivid physical setting from somewhere that I’ve traveled, focus on specific imagery from the scene, and transport the reader to that place.

The long grass slumbers,
a field of feathery green;
succumbed long ago
to the wild winds off
the Atlantic sea.
A jumble of old fence,
worn wood posts and crooked cable,
finished blocking
the seekers from this
soul sanctuary.
Where the earth rises
to a crest, an alter high,
the view opens;
her arms spread so wide,
inviting you in.
The breathless blue sky
dips to meet the deep dark sea.
A mystery -
their infinite play
to the horizon.
Waves crash and collide
speaking to the stony shore.
Salty mist moist;
the hair on your skin
quivers with its touch.

This poem is part of an online collection I call Little Morsels of Delight.