Beach Meditation

Written for:  Poetics Aside #650

"Write a meanwhile poem."

I listen to a beach meditation
waves curling onto shore

and tears flow

I see blue waves in my head,
white foam splashing

and tears flow

My breath becomes rhythmic
to that of the waves

and tears flow

When I slowly open my eyes
my cheeks are moist.  I am

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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4 Responses to Beach Meditation

  1. Beautiful, and the imagery is stunning. I enjoyed this poem immensely. Thank you.


  2. Delicate and beautiful 🙏


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