Seaside Soliloquy

Seaside Soliloquy

Out beyond the breakers, you curl and curl and curl,
until you reach that breaking place where you start to unfurl.
Then you slap your underbelly on the sand’s soft lap.
Clap!
Before sneaking back and under, rolling back out there,
past a reef of coral, without a human care,
free again,
’til you begin
to curl and curl and curl.

 

For dVerse Poets, Apostrophe  (Apostrophe is a poetic device in which you address an inanimate object, animal or a person not present.)

28 thoughts on “Seaside Soliloquy

    1. lifelessons Post author

      Janet, I first wrote this poem 37 years ago at Dana Point! I just found 4 poems I wrote there when I first ran away from home in Wyoming and moved to CA to become a fulltime writer. I had to change it to make it meet the apostrophe prompt, but it was fun to go over these old poems and stories from long ago. Of course I thought of you when I thought of Dana Point.

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      1. slmret

        Dana Pint has changed considerably in the last 37 years (and so have I!). Knowing that you wrote this in Dana Point, though, I can tell exactly the spot you thought of as you wrote it — just outside the jetty that now creates the outer harbor, and alongside what is now a state park where the surfers follow those curls. Given that, this poem provides some magnificent imagery — I’ll have to take some photos of that spot for you when it stops raining!

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        1. lifelessons Post author

          Do, because this photo doesn’t quite capture it. I was in a hurry to post because I’m always starting poems for dVerse Poets and by the time I finish, the submission time is up and they’ve closed the Mr. Linky. I can’t tell you how many times this has happened. So, I posted the poem and then hurriedly tried to find an illustrative photo and added it to the post.

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  1. Nitin Lalit

    past a reef of coral, without a human care,
    free again,

    If we were only as free as these blue ringlets instead of bowing to a world of duty. Wonderful poem. It placed me right there with the narrator on the shore.

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