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Water Fetish

Water Fetish

From my time of birth up to my years septuagenarian,
if it were my choice, I always chose to be riparian.
I hate the sound of silence, for I find it rather static,
but I love the sound of water, be it tidal or erratic.

A little water rushing by or falling from a height
is lulling to my hearing and pleasing to my sight.
It contributes to my happiness, creates a sense of calm—
a sensory diversion that serves me as a balm.

So to add to my contentment, no need for feast or cake.
Just plant me by a river or a waterfall or lake.
All I need is just a little water in my view.
If you want to make me happy, just provide the H20!!!

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The prompt words today are erratic, feast, riparian and contribute. Here are the links:

https://fivedotoh.com/2018/09/12/fowc-with-fandango-erratic/
https://ragtagcommunity.wordpress.com/2018/09/12/wednesday-rdp-feast/
https://wordofthedaychallenge.wordpress.com/2018/09/12/riparian/
https://dailyaddictions542855004.wordpress.com/2018/09/09/daily-addictions-2018-week-36/contribute

Undulations

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Undulations

The constant undulation and the murmur of the waves.
The crashing of the breakers as they beat against the caves
carved out by the chisel of the water making hives
at the edges of the world that ensconced our busy lives.

It craved us as its audience. It pulled us to its shore.
It calmed our petty grievances with its might roar.
When it chose to rage it could wipe away our world,
sweeping us away as its anger came unfurled.

At other times it lapped at us, assuaging all our pain.
That’s why we returned to it, over and again.
Walked along its edges, pierced its salty deep,
uncovering the secrets so long within its keep.

Every morning it brought treasures to our waiting hands
to examine as we walked along the morning-evened sands.
Dollars from the ocean depths, stars out of the sea––
left there to be taken or to be let be

for the next beachcomber to claim them for their own
to treasure on a mantel what the sea had thrown
like necklaces at mardi gras, cast blindly and for free
for denizens of dry worlds to collect on bended knee.

What we cast back on the waters determines ultimately
what the sea will one day give back to you and me,
and if we do not listen to the truth the tides may tell,
the music of the waves may be our funeral knell.

The prompt today is undulate.

Eminent Domains

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Eminent* Domains

As a new wife I chose mountains, made a home of them and that’s
where we were surrounded by potted plants and cats.
Perched amid the redwoods, my art studio in their shade,
I looked out across the mountains as I made and made and made.

I was happy in the mountains, but the incline and the trees
made living somewhat harder as I began to wheeze.
The pollen took my breath away and walking was a labor––
the trees impeding access to and vision of each neighbor.

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So I moved to the desert, with openness my quarry.
I loved its subtle beauties and the sparseness of its glory.
All the arms of cacti reaching to the sky,
the faded pastel sunsets as starry nights drew nigh.

But, although good for walking at a faster pace,
the desert, lacking moisture, dried my hands and face.
It dusted all my furniture and opened cracks in wood,
carved other furrows in my face, where they remain for good.

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The ocean spreads before me, a different watery land––
all her morning treasures displayed across the sand.
I examine coral and the fragile bones of fish,
surveying and collecting everything I wish

But the ocean is bipolar—sometimes she’s a bitch.
Perspiration trickles, causing me to itch.
I love the beach in wintertime and love it in the fall,
but beachside in the summer is no fun at all.

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I have lived in mountains, the desert and the sea
and all these special places still have a place in me.
But if you ever ask me which place I’d like to be,
I fear I’d have to answer that I think I need all three.

The mountains in the summer loom up and beckon me.
The desert in the winter, balanced by the sea.
It seems there is no place on earth where I will just remain.
I claim mountains, sea and desert as my regions of domain.

*Note:  Although “eminent domain” is a familiar phrase, I am speaking of eminent in its other connotation, namely:
  1. used to emphasize the presence of a positive quality.

https://dailypost.wordpress.com/prompts/mountain/

I would have to say that my muse is the sea–but not the open sea. Rather, where it meets the land.

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I love sand and the things it collects: seashells, jellyfish, sand dollars, starfish, puff fish, sand pipers, sea turtles and even the people who collect at the beach.  It is like they have retreated as far as possible–the next step is either a boat or drowning!  They tend to be individuals, slightly odd–kind of like the people from the western world who congregate in third world locales like Africa.  Perhaps they are this age’s pioneers or trappers.

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Oh yes.  I do love the oceanside, the beach.  Salt. Sand.  I love what collects above the beach as well: frigate birds and pelicans, ibises, sun, moon, clouds.  Above are some of the thousands of images of the beach I’ve collected over the past ten years or so.

In response to The Daily Post’s weekly photo challenge: “Muse.” What subject do you keep coming back to again and again?

Cee’s Odd Ball Photo Challenge, Week 15: Beach Witchery???

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These two ladies arrived at the beach together.  The younger bikini’d woman drew a pentagram in the sand and stood there for at least 15 minutes, the older woman standing in exactly this same pose 5 feet behind her and about 5 feet to the left the entire time.  I never have been able to create a story to explain what was occurring.  Can you?

http://ceenphotography.com/2015/04/12/cees-odd-ball-photo-challenge-2015-week-15/

Seascapes

 

Oh no.  After a month at the beach, how to choose?  Eenie, meenie, mynie mo—

I can never get enough of this view of the La Manzanilla beach.  And, it is always different.

I can never get enough of this view of the La Manzanilla beach. And, it is always different. (If you click on the picture to enlarge it, you can see the sandpiper on the beach very clearly.)

This time at the beach, I've spent hundreds of hours watching pelicans, usually in the water myself.  Even out of the water, it is hard to capture them because they move so swiftly, but with such grace.  They are so much a part of the seascape that I think this shot belongs in this series.

This time at the beach, I’ve spent hundreds of hours watching pelicans, usually in the water myself. Even out of the water, it is hard to capture them because they move so swiftly, but with such grace. They are so much a part of the seascape that I think this shot belongs in this series.

My camera (or my skills) can never capture the real colors of the sunsets here.  The reddest sun beomes white when photographed and I can only approach the real colors of the sky through a bit of color editing.  Anyone who has been to La Manzanilla at any time of the year can say these outstanding sunsets are real and continuous.

My camera (or my skills) can never capture the real colors of the sunsets here. The reddest sun becomes white when photographed and I can only approach the real colors of the sky through a bit of color editing. Anyone who has been to La Manzanilla at any time of the year can say these outstanding sunsets are real and continuous.

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One of the aforementioned suns. In reality, it was brilliant red, but it came out as white in the photo. Does anyone know why?

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For Cee’s own wonderful photos and other seascapes and landscapes, go here: http://ceenphotography.com/2014/12/16/cees-fun-foto-challenge-landscapes-or-seascapes/