a song of escape

shoveling snow at home in Iowa
 a song of escape
  
 hat-covered heads and booted feet
 parka-wrapped people shoveling snow
 the neighborhood working in unison
 the panting of their breath visible song
 a song of escape
 a song with a tropical beat
 a song featuring heads under straw sombreros
 feet melting in soft sand
 the sun bathing half-naked bodies in light
 in warmth, wonderful heat,
 a song that becomes the sound of the sea
 gazes face the salty rocks
 out to where the whales while away the day
 to the straight line of the horizon
 miles away 

Another poem from what I’ve decided to call my Gathering at the Sea collection, written while on holiday in San Agustinillo, Mexico in January 2021. You can find other poems from my little collection previously posted here:

Exhilaration

The Ocean

little shell

Fanore

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.

Fanore
 
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.

Trusting

Sagres Portugal.JPG

Trusting

Let’s stand at the shore
naked and trembling in our vulnerability
together side-by-side.

Let’s reach our arms out wide
and open to the vast sea of experience ready to flow through us
allowing the light of the sun to warm our hearts.

Let’s invite our truth to speak honestly to us
as we take one small, strong, and ever-so-soft step forward
to live completely the life that unfolds before us.

I wrote this poem yesterday for a dear friend.

She shared with me that she had an abnormal mammogram and needs to have a biopsy. As I held her in my heart, we moved through the uncertainty and fear and touched the possibility that might flow from such experience. We spoke of the opportunity to create space for something we can’t see and don’t understand, to allow life to move through us, and to trust life and the unpredictable way that it often unfolds.

Unfolding is a related post that speaks to me today.

* I took this photo in Sagres, Portugal