Long Mile Walking

Long Mile walking
Darkening sky
Sun a warm glow in the west
Toe in the water
Cool lapping sea
Smiling at nature’s behest

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A walk at turning tide

Smooth the sand
‘neath rain streaked sky
Seagulls on the wing
Soft whispered
from the distant sea
the wind begins to sing

To end a perfect day

To end a perfect day
we walked along the beach
our small dog running free and proud
the sea in easy reach
The shadow of the sun
spread gold across the sky
A fitting end to perfect day
as together we strolled by

Seventh waves

The breeze was a stiff one
but the sunshine was warm
down on the beach yesterday
And the sea was like turquoise
reflecting the sky
Quite lovely in every way

Tri-Tanka IV (Lancing Beach)

Once again relaxed
Lancing Beach does that for me
Every single time
The sound of the moving sea
The sight of the ocean waves
And I’m in my element

Sussex shores revisited

9 of 10 in the Jemverse ‘Sussex’ series

Muddy brown midst churning waves
I hear the ocean sing
with yellow skies beneath the grey
and seagulls on the wing
Tumultuous the breakers there
foaming on the beach
the anger of the waters’ voice
staying out of reach
Yet despite that thinly veiled threat
there is beauty here today
the power of these Sussex shores
which take my breath away

A Sussex view (revisited)

6 of 10 in the Jemverse “Sussex” series

Sun sets on a winter sea
Golden ‘cross wet sand
as we go walking at low tide
as lovers, hand in hand

Obi’s here of course with us
trotting at our feet
His paws wet in the water
and enjoying this fine treat

Breakfast on the beach

Down at the beach hut
for bacon and eggs
Early Saturday morn
No-one else here
just us and the sea
on the beach not long after dawn

Constant Singing

Came back to the beach
but I didn’t stay long
for instead of the sun yesterday
Out to the East it looked a bit grim
and the clouds to the West were all grey

Having said that this place
be it raining or shine
has a magic that constantly sings
So I’ll always return and sit here a while
whatever the weather it brings

The beach is a birthday

At the beach hut on my birthday
(I was sixty yesterday)
And whilst not exactly sunny
It was perfect anyway
The sea was like a diamond
Flat calm, a lovely sight
Mirror-like, reflecting
the sky above so bright

Watersoft

This water soft
beneath my feet
lapping gently
feeling sweet
It is a comfort
solace, more
down at the edge
of this seashore

Revisiting Constant II

No 12 of 12 in Jemverse series ‘Back to the sea’

Life has its moments
Some happy, some sad
But I have my one constant
Of which I am glad
For no matter what
Life can throw at me
One thing never changes
My constant, the sea

Every Breaking Wave revisited

No 11 of 12 in the Jemverse series ‘Back to the sea’

With every breaking wave
I see a part of me
My life down here in Sussex
In Shoreham by the sea
So taciturn, its nuances
Reflect the changing years
An echo to my lost and loved
My joy, my smiles, my tears

Revisiting I am

No 10 of 12 in the Jemverse series ‘Back to the sea’

I am restless
I sleep little, always moving I toss and turn
I rise up and fall down
I am often angry, losing my temper
I am taciturn and dangerous
I am deceitful and untrustworthy
I am lies and broken promises and disappointment

But…

Elegant Green revisited

No 9 of 12 in the Jemverse series ‘Back to the sea’

Photo & words – ©Jempics/Jemverse

Sitting in the sea revisited

No 8 of 12 in the Jemverse series ‘Back to the sea’

Think I’ll go sit in the sea
Let the waves wash over me
One of the best places to be
When I am feeling like this

Think I’ll go play in the sand
Build something with my own hand
A castle that’s splendid and grand
Where I will then live in bliss

Revisiting the ever there

No 7 of 12 in the Jemverse series ‘Back to the sea’

Hidden in your moving green and grey
I see your missing smile
But, braced against the salt-sting blast,
Calm will return a while

You change. but with eyes closed
That sweet, familiar taste
Reminds me of sultry summer days
Beneath this winter waste

Loosing myself in your expression, I see change
But it matters not to me
Fickle it may be, yet your promise there
Reminds me of what you are, the sea

Watching revisited

No 6 of 12 in the Jemverse series ‘Back to the sea’

I watched the sea, it did me proud
I smiled at it and laughed out loud
The waves they roared, I roared right back
As I wasn’t having any of that
Alone on the stone with sun and spray
On a fine and perfect Springtime day
On the shoreline with the crashing sounds
That filled the air and shook the ground

Revisiting Tiny white horses

No 5 of 12 in the Jemverse series ‘Back to the sea’

There are tiny white horses out there
Scampering daintily over the hills
That form as the wavelets tumble
Rolling over a sandscape
Glistening in the evening sun
And the wind seems to have dropped
I can taste the salt and feel
the warmth of a setting sun

Revisiting a friend

No.4 of 12 in the Jemverse series ‘Back to the sea’

There is no other sound quite like it
It is unique, it is sublime
Like a constant whisper out there
When it’s calm and weather’s fine

Or then when wind decides to blow
And storms come from the North
It is like a constant thunder
As the waves slam back and forth

It is a mystery to me
But it’s also like a friend
An ever-changing story
With no beginning and no end

Lapping revisited

No.3 of 12 in the Jemverse series ‘Back to the sea’

With a calming serenity, the lapping sea
Silently approaches the shore
And, with the faintest of whispers, turns on itself
Before slipping back for more

I watched the sea revisited

No.2 of 12 in the Jemverse series ‘Back to the sea’

I watched the sea
It did me proud
I smiled at it
Then laughed out loud
The warming sun
Bright in my face
On Shoreham beach
My special place

Revisiting a Pocketful of Pebbles

1 of 12 in the Jemverse series ‘Back to the Sea’

I have a pocket full of pebbles
But some are no longer there
Weighty, they burn a hole and yet
Their tactile pleasure keeps them there. For a while.

My pebbles are selected well
I will see them and feel them and then
When I am sure that one is right
I will add it to the others where it becomes a friend.

Rising tide

Watching water
slowly fill
Waves get bigger
bigger still
Beach gets smaller
Sea get wide
Standing here
with rising tide

At one with the sea

Came to the sea
at its beckon and call
Embraced by its welcoming arms
Knew solace and comfort
The promise it gave
that here I would come to no harm

For Otis

As Otis and Steve Cropper
wrote so eloquently they
Of sea when they were sitting
on the dock of that fine bay
So whimsically I
here in Sussex by the sea
Hum that tune quite often
when I’m sitting peacefully

A Sussex view

Sun sets on a winter sea
Golden ‘cross wet sand
as we go walking at low tide
as lovers, hand in hand

In sunshine revisited

No.3 of 8 in ‘The sunshine series’ from Jemverse

Lancing beach
the sunshine
the water, flat and calm
Lazy days in summer
the breeze, a gentle balm

People out
enjoying
conversation, light
Barbecues and beer
the sea, a lovely sight