Hi Ocean!

Written for:  Imaginary Gardens With Real Toads  “Dear” Poems  (posted by Manicddaily)

“Start your poem as a letter to a person, place, thing, even feeling—whatever addressee you wish—and then more on from there.

Note that you do not need to include the “dear” (or any trappings of a letter) in your final posted poem. Simply use the “dear” as a starting point.

Also note that your addressee does not actually have to be “dear” to you- the “dear” is just a device to get you going. (Feel free to be sarcastic.)”

Hi Ocean,

There you roll on the tip
of Long Island at Montauk,
your introduction one of sand hills
flowered with grasses and beach plums.

I write to ask if you have ever considered
packing up your whitecaps and tides,
and taking a road trip to where
your lulling sound, briny taste,
and vivid vision are desperately sought.

Oh, I would not expect you to settle
anywhere else permanently, just until
we land-wrecks attain a sense of peace
which only you can bring about.
Think about it.

Miss you,
Sara

About purplepeninportland

I am a freelance poet, born and bred in Brooklyn, New York. I live with my husband, John, and two charming rescue dogs–Marion Miller and Murphy. We spent eight lovely years in Portland, OR, but are now back in New York. My goal is to create and share poetry with others who write, or simply enjoy reading poetry. I hope to touch a nerve in you, and feel your sparks as well.
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18 Responses to Hi Ocean!

  1. Wonderful tribute, Sarah! I still remember our family trip with our friends out to Montauk! How beautiful it was!

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  2. ManicDdaily says:

    A super sweet idea. (Of course, not if it comes in the form of flood or tsunami!) Thanks for participating in the prompt! k.

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  3. I am happy there are beaches where you are. I had to smile at “we land-wrecks”. Perfect description.

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  4. annell4 says:

    I love this.

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  5. sanaarizvi says:

    I love the idea ocean taking a road trip to where its “briny taste, and vivid vision are desperately sought.” Beautifully profound!💖

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  6. Jim says:

    A taste of the sand hill dotted with pretty flowers is like the country kid tasting city bright life. Time is ripe to chsnge, my hope is for the sea to move.
    Keep us posted, Sara, it makes for a fun read.
    ..

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  7. I remember falling to sleep to the sound of waves… the best lullaby ever.

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  8. I am so fortunate I am but a short drive to the ocean. Even being this close I wish I could take it home with me.

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  9. Wouldn’t it be nice for “her” to come to me for once. It is a long road trip for me 😉

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