the ocean
is in constant movement
currents
tides
and Neptune’s family
it sparkles
swirls
rises
hurls
carries
spits out
a sailor
drift wood
smooth stones
shells
it can dance
rage
soothe
retaliate
deep power
d’Verse, Imagism, Frank – Friday Fun – surf!
aroused 
This is indeed very wonderful
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thanks so much, especially as you are missing it 🙂
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I have always been drawn to any type of water………even the ditch that ran in the fron of our house…………your poem brought back so many happy memories, thank you Kate!
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Reading this gave such peace.
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AH…lovely and you have captured it perfectly. I miss the ocean sounds already. 😉
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Lovely piece if writing, just flowed like the ocean. Enjoyed it
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You’ve captured the many moods of the sea. (K)
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I can see clearly the ocean through your words Kate
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What a fine painting by words, Kate.
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Love the ocean. You have captured it beautifully. 😍
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This shows the indifferent power of the ocean, spitting out sailors and driftwood the same. Nice.
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I can feel that movement throughout.
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Love your poem! Sounds almost like some people I have known in my time. Spitting out the sailor with the driftwood… what an image!
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The ocean is immense, amazing, but it can be dangerous and addictive.
best regards
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Wow, this is a beautiful poem, Kate.
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Beautiful poem of the Ocean, Kate that is changeless and formless but its waves keep on changing.
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HI Kamal, nice to see you here.
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love the poem – you love the waters don’t you
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What they all said with an extra ❤
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Beautifully penned! The ocean- unfathomable for sure!
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lovely concrete form to add to the Imagism
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Your poem has a great shape, Kate, which illustrates the ‘constant movement’ of the ocean, and which you’ve conveyed through the verb list in the second stanza. I love the lines:
‘spits out
a sailor
drift wood
smooth stones
shells’.
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the rage and power of the ocean as always drawn me to stand at its edge whenever I can. due to lock down your poem is the nearest I can get thank you.
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You have harnessed the energy of the ocean in your words, Kate! I had to laugh at “spits out a sailor” and you know why! Love this. 🙂
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There’s wonder in those words.
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A great description of the ever changing and yet the same ocean!
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Splendid, Kate! You have eyes, ears and a mind, and use them all so well. In so doing, you captured the sea’s energetic majesty, and packaged it carefully for those of us (sadly) at a distance.
Reminds me of a story – bear with me here – about King William (he of “William and Mary” fame) who, when seeing the just-completed St. Paul’s Cathedral in the late 1600s, declared it “Awful and Artificial.” High praise, actually, as those two words, in the 17th century, meant what “awe-inspiring and artful” do today.
So, in that spirit, your poem is awful and artificial, Kate!
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lol oh dear me Keith … I couldn’t make this stuff up! How do you come up with them … 🙂
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Vivid and visceral imagism of ocean…you took me there!
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I hear the surf striking the shore, feel the foam of the waves. Your imagery so encapsulates the essense of the sea! Brava!
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She is an unignorable presence, she is. Good character study of a great beauty.
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Oh, I love this! You’ve captured the ocean perfectly, SweetKate!
SIGH 🙂
You know I love the ocean!
HUGS!!! 🙂
PS…okay now I’m going to scroll up, read your poem again.
And SIGH again. 🙂
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lol memories are wondrous things when we can’t physically get there … wrote it looking out from my bedroom at those rolling waves 🙂
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beautiful imagery – you gave me a dose of the ocean I need so badly
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You’ve described the ocean so well.
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[…] excuse on this occasion is that Kate posted a picture of the ocean along with a beautiful poem about its […]
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I find the ocean soothing
Waves crashing against the shore
Breaking in continuous motion
Watching it is never a bore
I can stand there for hours
Look out at what I can see
All the colours and hues
In the ocean and sea
I love the sound of the waves
As the hit the rocks
I love watching the water
As it runs amock
Hey, I’ve a cool picture for you. Not sure how to show it to you. If I remember I’ll try upload it tomorrow and you can delete the link after.
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Beauty of words. Lovely.
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or make a post with that pic and this poem and link the post back, that would be great Eliza!
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I got distracted by waves run amock because I was thinking of when my sister got absolutely drenched by a wave – and then had to drive 1 or was it 2 hours back still to the hotel…. I thought of going as close but wasn’t worth risking it once I knew the wave could run away…
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amazing shot … who is that getting so wet?
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My sister. I was taking some cool pictures of her watching the waves…. when the wave came way closer and went all over her…
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I poke my toe beyond the sand
To where I hope to understand
That everything thing, it ebbs and flows
Everything. It comes and goes
The water’s deep. The river flows
The ocean holds what no-one knows
Nothing certain. Nothing planned
Come swimming with me. Take my hand.
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Oh I love it, really good !!!
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Goodness me. Thank you.
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