Inspiration Path
This photo was taken at Ocean Beach in San Francisco. I wrote the poem after one of my walks on the beach which is always an inspiring and refreshing experience.
Inspiration Path
Walking along
ocean beach
mist bathes me
as salt tears
on feather pillows
mumble affirmations
quietly
A distant foghorn
echoes resounding waves
as a dull base
strums undertones
and awakens daydreams
skimming stones
softly
Saltwater cotton
iridescent sea foam
clash against
high tide
forming footprints
on golden sands
gently
Quietly I walk
softly I tread
peacefully
in solitude
Comments
This is so beautiful! As you know I loved Ocean Beach, and I miss it so...you have captured it so eloquently here. Absolutely beautiful! I love this poem.. reading it made me feel as if I was there being inspired as well, right along side of you. Thank you...
bessye
Icy, Thanks you so much.
Margie, A "lady" never tells :D Actually I met Mr. May from your calendar.
Breathtaking.
Your poem is so beautiful!
gently
Quietly I walk
softly I tread
peacefully
in solitude
Makes me long for the quiet soft gentle walks by the shore...just beautiful..
You know what I love about this poem of yours, Joanne? I feel like this poem is a phantom of words, and this phantom- she walks slowly, carefully, wistfully, tip-toeing almost but then not quite, almost like a soft, steady dance that glides over the sands like a midnight breeze....and then...gasp! All of a sudden her dance has come to a still end! But then it's not too soon and not too late! Just right!