She and The Sea
She and The Sea belongs to the following groups:
! Creative Writing & Poetry !, 1 In The Beginning - Ancient Practices, All About Water, All Out Emotion, All Things Poetic, Artistic, Philosophical, Creative, Talented, and Unknown, Everyday Women, Light In The Darkness, Mermaids and mystic creatures, Sisters in Arms (feminine relationship described), The Healing Journey and THE SISTERHOODCuriously she observes the eccentric waves,
As they splash and crash on the shore.
From a distance she cunningly judges.
The sea performs. Encore, encore.
She takes a step closer, feeling enthralled.
Slowly approaching, vividly perceiving.
Defensively the waves snap, openly appalled.
How dare she test these waters?
How presumptious! He, the sea, loudly called.
She felt that chill at her toes,
The wrath of the angry sea.
How uncompassionate! How rude!
She boldly faces he.
Noting the water close to her;
Shallow, provoking, sharp.
He circles her feet with continuous whirls.
Refusing to lose her balance,
Further forward she hurls.
The sea is stunned by this obstinate act.
This lack of discrestion, this lack of tact.
What is he to do now, as he watches with intrigue?
The girl is moving forward, sensing his depths.
Her body adjusts to the temperature, the water feels warm.
The deeper she goes, the calmer the storm.
She has parted from the shallow shores,
The sea has opened up his doors.
She smiles with an open heart,
Soothed by the heat.
The sea reflects back this smile,
As the waters sparkle.
They kiss goodbye to conceit.
She feels the water around her neck, her feet on the ground.
The whirls becoming gentle. Softly, warmly caressed.
Within this warm sea she is bound.
She is an obliging guest.
All senses are aroused.
She enjoys the smell of the sea,
The taste of salt water on her lips.
Tactile sensations of a varying degree,
As the water snuggles around her hips.
Interruption occurs with the sound of song.
Surrounded by another three.
Mermaids! She cries. Can that be?
Two are dark, one is fair,
Resembling the sisters of Transylvania.
They sing and they stare.
“Let your feet be swept from the ground,
Le petit mort is sweet and sound.”
She who is by nature strong and in control,
Feels mesmorised, trusting and exposed.
The sea is penetrating the depth of her soul.
All is about to be disclosed.
The currents of the sea are pulling her inward.
She surrenders deep into the oceans heart.
Her self-control is falling apart.
She does not seek the safety of the shore,
She is ripe to endure le petit mort.
Sally Omar
Awesome…absolutely beautiful….I want to run in the ocean with the waves!!!! xoxoxoxo
Tracey Walker replied
Tell me about it. The sea is so powerful and seductive! What’s hidden in the depths stirs the imagination. Thanks for your comment!! I’ve been offline for a while and it’s nice to have feedback again :-)
JRGarland
Wonderful write. It entices the reader to want more and you give it with such expertise. Well done.
Tracey Walker replied
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) I’m glad I could entertain someone with my words :) Thankshappyfeet5
This is absolutely beautiful, beautiful. It sounds so inviting. I kind of knew the ending and it is because I’m a little afraid of it. There’s something about it, sharks, things you can’t see underneath you, drowning and so forth. I do sometimes go, but always with that fear. Anyway, This poem I love and will favor it.
Tracey Walker replied
Yes, we are often fearful of the unknown or unfamiliar…and surrendering to whatever might take our breath away. Thanks for favouriting ;-)