I Hear The Ocean

Written for:  Sunday Muse #68

sea shell for post

Photography by Edouard Boubat

I saw the ocean.
It was huge,
loved the waves.
Found this shell, pearl pink inside
They call it a conch.

Now I can listen
to the roar of the ocean
I want to.
Hoping to return
and live here.






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 I Hear The Ocean

  1. Ed Rigg says:

    Beautiful, Sara
    I can just imagine the little boy thinking that.


  2. Carrie V. H. says:

    I love the idea of the ocean roaring. This is wonderful Sara!


  3. fireblossom32 says:

    Maybe the sound is an invitation?


  4. wyndolynne says:

    Such a beautiful arrival.


  5. Lori says:

    To have such a homecoming. To hear it and then to feel it. Beautiful!


  6. robtkistner says:

    Oh yes, the allure of the sea Sara — compelling.


  7. Susie Clevenger says:

    I am with Fireblossom, Maybe listening to the seashell is a siren call to return to the ocean.


  8. Margaret Elizabeth Bednar says:

    A memory that one can actually hear!


  9. Kestril Trueseeker says:

    Aw! This is charming. It compliments the picture so well.


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