Half moon

Half moon, half hidden,
soothing beacon still
casting light
on a darkened beach
long left empty
as the last vestiges of day
drop out of sight.
In and out of high clouds,
a lantern dim
and then bright again,
oh so bright and clear.
Thankful to see it re-appear.

Far into that night I gaze,
and realize once again,
summer is past, gone.
I regret it,
for much else is gone as well
gone suddenly.

Out over the ocean
I see far off shrimp boats lit up;
I feel the soft breeze
steady as a trade wind
coming from the farthest corners
of a near forgotten past
when as a youth I dreamed
of sunny-blue Caribbean isles
from whence these same winds blew
and hinted of always exotic adventures
I might never have,
places I might never see.

Now, at first hint of Autumn
on the second day of Fall,
I wait expectantly
for the after-effects
of that soft murmur of surf,
necessary companion tonight.

I long to really know
what the sound of the eternal ocean means,
Oceanic depths, hidden,
out there beyond comprehension
on this safe and familiar shore.

The ocean is so present this evening,
wrapping me in its sounds
letting me savor the sea-salt fresh air
like it always was
those many years ago
when that more youthful dreaming self
was trying to slumber fitfully
under some hot summer vacation sun.

Long is my memory of those times,
an unbroken chain of memories,
decades later on this half moon lit night.
And I am the only one here
to think about how much time has passed.

And yet, I know that so little has changed
where I sit on that hard packed sand floor
washed by the same constant waves and surf,
sounds and wind,
pelicans and gulls,
clouds and salt spray hinting,always light on the wind,
healing still, as ever and always,
nothing eternal changes,
as far as I can see.

Your poetry speaks to a kindred voice within me, Oswego. In Nature, is the comfort of wisdom and timelessness. Though our life spans are minute compared to the sea, the wind or the moon and stars, yet the days seem as many grains of sand filling the hourglasses of our memories. If we don’t look back at where we were, then we can not see we are or where we are going. Beautiful as always! [Freewind]

A full harvest moon,sparkling on the crests of the waves,shimmering like sating,rippling,moving as though alive in its’ oneness with the water. An ancient call the the soul to return and be still and learn in the mysteries of the deep things. It’s easier to go deep, deep,into the closed and partitioned off rooms of our waking selves when listening to the rhythm of waves. Great entry. [Dancing in t

I like our state’s flag; it’s very well chosen for my purposes.

Blonde Harlow

September 24, 2001

Wondering what it must have felt like to have grown up by the sea—getting a glimpse of it through your writing. I wonder what we would do if the ocean did stop one day? How awful.

Your imagery and your reflections speak so eloquently of the Mystery, the Timeless Connection that we wee humans in a brief present moment can access when we stop to allow it. I will return to your poem again,but want to post a note while I can access OD.

Summer’s end is grievous, but then, were it not for this ending how could we experience Autumn’s glory? A half moon smiles on us here and the wind brings wafts of damp honeysuckle tears offering a sweet goodbye. You hear the farewell in the ocean’s song I think. The beaches are more silent – they’ve earned the rest. Please, don’t grieve long – the circle of time will bring back summer’s joy. [

I was standing under the half moon last night, but it was within the shadows of mountains, not the spray of oceans. I thought to myself that people always think or write about full moons, but a perfect half moon suspended in the dark night sky is just as beautiful.

You have lost much in your life, I feel this; and every seasonal turn brings you to your own walk with Sorrow and hopefully Grace, nothing eternal ever changes, as you write. Peace.

A half moon is also shining.. Take care and have a nice week ahead my friend

There is so much comfort in Nature’s loving touch. I love the voice of the sea! Although the water I gaze upon is still and silent, it is truly a refuge of peace.

Okay, here it goes again, me writing in yet another note that this, THIS entry, is the finest that you’ve written to date. Another favorite. A poem, gently reassuring. Boy, did I need that.

Artfully intwined images. I really like your style here. (I took notice of the moon tonight, also.) 🙂

Willy & Wilma

It nice to pause occasionally and contemplate these natural constants we take for granted.

Calming and beautiful as usual. Thank you.

The ocean and the moon……two entities for which I feel deep connection……your words bring out how soothing they can be……what a balm in this troubled time.

adrift

October 2, 2001

There are no words to describe the essence of your writing. You allow us to see through “your” eyes. You are artist with your words, my friend. In a few brief entries, you have uplifted my grieving heart. Thank you, dear friend. There are no words~

I hope to be by the ocean this time next week, taking in the breeze and the sight of shrimp boats. Your beautiful poem makes me look forward to my trip more!

of all your poetry I like this the most.

Edelweis

October 9, 2002

This is a beautiful poem, dear friend! I like it very much! Nature seen through your eyes is like a wonderful painting, and recalling your past makes me think of this: “Remembering the past gives power to the present”. The world is so rich with treasures and it’s often in our darkest times that we finally begin to see. It makes us forget ourselves. Without nature we cannot survive! Take care, :o)