Thursday, August 08, 2013


To the sea, to the sea
who is a laughing maid
tossing the froth of her 
wanton lips 
 upon the thirsty sands.

To the sea, to the sea
who is a flaunting maid 
sweeping voluminous skirts of foam
across the lustrous rocks 

I am of the sea
caught in its beating peaceful monotony 
I am of the sea
and its endless breadth of shores 
and its path of quiet tide 
where cooled flesh slumbers 
with shadowed dreams 
and distant horizons.

(photo was taken in Newport Beach, CA.
a heavenly place to be)


  1. this is simply beautiful, you have captured the feeling completely..xx

  2. Your poem reminds me of that wonderful book A Gift from the Sea, by Anne Morrow Lindbergh.
    Thanks for your encouragement, Margie, the scooter arrives tomorrow.

  3. Margie,

    I felt the sea ebb and flow from your words, which are perfectly descriptive....Of course Margie, when I realised that it was California, then the sea became much more meaningful, as I adore CA and The Pacific Ocean. Heaven on earth!!

    Thanks for your kind visit,

  4. ah i am a little jealous...we chose baltimore over the ocean this year...i miss her rhythm but catch a hint of it in your words....always love my visits to her...she helps me find my own....smiles....

  5. Sounds like bliss!

  6. It is to me pure bliss indeed how wonderful to write as you do and to love the water as I do angel....this computer has tiny winy little letters lol what can I say,I'm learning and they have this cloud where they insisted I put my photos in yeah right...I forced picasa on them and won't accept my actual e-mail how weird is that but for now I guess should work or anything but my actual e-mail which I use to get into dense of them ps you look wonderful

  7. Not sure what it is about the ocean, but it does tug at our souls....this is gorgeous, Margie, and love that pic. I wish I was back at the water.

  8. Living on a gulf I feel as if it is a sea, because I can SEE nothing past it's horizon. Deeply does this deep Gulf og Mexico affect me--it is why I moved here 49 years ago.

    You paint a beautiful tone poem in which I can hear everything you wrote

    To the the sea!

  9. I remember living by the sea for a summer. It was a good experience! I can recall all the images you have expressed! Lovely poem.

    Blessings and Bear hugs!
    Bears Noting
    Life in the Urban Forest (poetry)

  10. Great poem and perfect photo,Margie!

  11. Oh, this is truly Food for the Soul, Margie!
    So incredibly beautiful...both words and photo xxx

  12. Gorgeous photo and beautiful poem ;o) Hope everything is well ;o) Hugs ;o)

  13. Another inspiring and beautiful poem from you Margie, love the photo too although it has amplified my nostalgia, missing the seaside so much!

  14. Very nice inspiration from the shores of our source.
    I have loved visiting the ocean at many places and am always placed at peace.

  15. Hugs to you, keep writing that beautiful poetry. Carole.

  16. Beaucoup de sensibilité et de poésie dans ce texte.


  17. Superb picture of the 'triangle' sea, land, human being!
    The sea, that "laughing, flaunting maid" dominates the scene with its foam, waves and colors.The water and the human being are in motion, whereas the sand land stands still between the two forces.
    How beautiful!

  18. Dear friends
    All the wonderful comments are so appreciated.
    Thank you all so much.
    I will reply to each comment later in the week, so little time right now.


  19. ahhh Newport Beach - I love that area - and Laguna and Balboa and .....Dana point - in fact I'm due for another quick day trip soon.

    I so enjoy your poetry and even more when you add a photo with it. Wonderful photo for a keepsake memory.

  20. Several years ago,I lost a friend to cancer. She was such a lovely soul and we had her twice as long as doctors told us. One of her favorite things to do was to travel to the beach at La Jolla, California and just sit there in the early mornings. It brought her so much calm and happiness. This post reminded me of my dear friend! :)


Each day comes
bearing its own gifts ...
Untie the ribbons.

-Ruth Ann Schabacker