Wednesday, September 5, 2007

Ocean's Tide



We stand in sand
and sink below,
the tide that's running to and fro.
How is it that the sea does know,
just how far up it may go?

5 comments:

david mcmahon said...

You are so talented, Colleen,

Great shot.

And I love the surge in posts, too

Adventurer w/o Borders said...

To feel the ocean grab hold of you,
To draw you far from life's mundane;
Your soul released to sail the blue,
To see like a child, again.

To lift the backdrop of clutter,
Illusions of necessity;
To lift your arms, to let your wings flutter;
To be caressed by the ocean's raw beauty.

To be at the edge of the world...
To be at the edge of the world
I envy you,
Young woman named girl.

countrygirlcityliving said...

Love your site lately Colleen. I added you to my blogroll, too :)
All the best,
Lindsay

persuede said...

a lovely poem and a great question...though I never thought to put it into verse like that. co-sign david -- you are talented!

david mcmahon said...

Hi Colleen,

Looking forward to an update. Or maybe you;re still at the beach!

Keep smiling

David