The Ocean Beckons

 

By Cyndy Falcoff
Diamond State Branch, Delaware

 

 

Sunlight bounces off the water

sparkles like tiny jewels

 

ripples of waves lap lazily onto the shore

leaving behind ruffled bars of foam

 

strings and clusters of seaweed

like drapery, sand décor.

 

Pockets of waterpools

marooned in the sand

 

reveal treasure troves of shells

bleached coral skeletons

 

half buried, wait to be found

by bare toes and chubby hands.

 

Ocean’s gems

in plastic buckets.

 

So far out we can but barely see

with shielded eyes, a ship, a tiny toy.

 

The murmur of the sea like a siren’s call

distant horizons entice with sweet imaginings

 

The ocean beckons.

 

5 comments

  1. Dianne Glass says:

    The poem flows beautifully. It comes alive enticing me to continue on. I really enjoyed reading it and I keep going back… again and again.

    Thank you for sharing,

  2. Brenda Layman says:

    Cyndy,
    I love this poem. It’s rhythms, sounds, and images create a perfect evocation of a visit to the ocean. I can almost taste the salt air! Thank you so much for sharing.

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