Oceans of salacious thought meander amid mindless matter
Waves of innovation bash through daily drivel
Beckoning the artist within to beach naked vitality
Capitulate to the joys of creating, amid irksome obligations
Routine rogues thieving portions of precious god spirit
Cancerous relationship dramas trump desired peace
Challenging the value of fleeting lucid lavish inspiration
Cordially night whispers seductive reminders of stilled ambience
Dismissing the menacing interruptions of daylight bustle
Exaltation resumes in darkness, trickling in contemplation of ecstasy
Celebrated silence signals, the myriad of notions to tumble forth,
Foraging through residual tedious musing of tumultuous daily deeds
Altered tides entice maverick spirits to expose their abundance
Calming the storm of angst, captive by habitual barrage of demands
Dismissed are the sounds of mind chatter, obligations, and ritual
Writing about the Ocean can be redundant. First thing that comes to mind is singles columns where the guys say “I love long walks on the beach”. Really, that’s a surprise, who doesn’t love the beach, well probably anal moms who hate the sand in their cars that spans long past a good vacuuming.
Personally I took Pepper to the beach a few times a week when she was little. After work I’d throw a picnic together and away we’d go, to play in the park, eat dinner and feed the gulls! Then as she got older we’d play cards and dice until the sun set.
For the last thirty four years I have occasionally gone to Montgomery’s Cottage Lunch for fish and chip on the White Rock beach. I really do love the Ocean and haven’t been since last August. In fact we visited this awesome ice-cream parlor with homemade pies, I hid my friends name amongst the signatures scribbled on the walls of the shop. I wonder if she’s found it yet.
I’m sure I’ve written many poems, and blog posts about the ocean because I’m pulled there as soon as the warmth of spring arrives. I think I need to go there more this summer! Ocean is a wonderful conduit to healing energy. I feel fortunate to be surrounded by the Pacific Ocean which can be anywhere from fifteen to thirty minute drive away
Nineteen seventy three, my husband, my cousin and I went to the Cottage lunch for fish and chips. We wanted to order individual orders of two pieces. My Cousin was afraid it wouldn’t be enough. So she convinced us it was cheaper to order a family size box of fish and chips. Well…. they were always generous with their portions, but that day we got this humungous box of fish and chip enough for ten people. My cousin was so embarrassed she started to laugh hysterically. Once she gained composure she began repeating inventing names, feigning that we had more people coming to share our food. She continued calling for the invented people to hurry up because their food was getting cold. “Where are they anyway?” she inquired; causing me to giggle uncontrollably. “Their fish and chip are going to get cold,” she said straight faced as my giggles echoed down the beach. She continued on during the whole walk to the beach, calling random names looking around for the imaginary crowd that would descend and help us eat our gluttonous box of fish and chips. Needless to say the seagulls loved their feast that day!