Endless Harmony

a solitary figure on a beach against a wide ocean.

Photo: Sue Vincent

 

She’d never have believed the vastness had she not been there to see it.

In person.

On the edge of endlessness.

The breath of eons crashing at her feet.

The spray of ancient rhythms that had been there

All along.

Through war and storm and hope and flood and cold and warm and days like this when no one but herself was there to witness it.

She’d never have believed the power that it held, contained within each curl of wave, in every roll of whitecap licking sand.

It filled her.

With awe and ache and gnawing yearning to something that went beyond her words and into thoughts unformed, or perhaps ones made of memories in utero: the hiss, the beat, the drums of hearts.

And this.

Another memory

To merge into

In endless harmony.

 

 

 

For Sue Vincent’s WritePhoto (2nd week)

 

Fury

Photo prompt © Sandra Crook

 

He retreated to behind the fence during low tides and sharpened his claws on the aging timbers. He nursed his rage on fantasy and fed his fury on abandoned sea-foam. Some days the seething rose a hurricane that only freezing wind subdued into a smolder. He hissed. He breathed. He knew. He waited.

The time would come.

Waiting both allayed and fanned his urgency. He scraped his restless agony into the wood, that hewed abomination they’d forced onto his bay to tame it. As if it, he, could be. Tamed.

When time returned he’d vanquish them and show no remedy.

 

 

For Rochelle’s Friday Fictioneers

 

Line In The Water

Line in the water NaamaYehuda

Photo: Na’ama Yehuda

 

Draw a line in the water

To hold a boundary

For speed,

Where the motors

Rush inward,

For horizon

To meet.

 

Float a line strung together

Of what floats

And won’t sink,

So you can

After sunset

Draw it home

And night

Concede.

 

 

For Cee’s Black & White Photo Challenge: In or on the water

 

 

Thankful Still

Ebb and Flow NaamaYehuda

Photo: Na’ama Yehuda

 

Thankful still for life’s living

Thankful still

For the hope

That each breath that’s drawn in

Can begin

And can bring.

Thankful still, if hadn’t always

For the ebb

And the flow

Of small joys and big sorrows

As they come

And they go

As we grow

And we know.

 

 

For the Sunday Stills Challenge: Thankful

 

 

Ocean Breath

calm curl NaamaYehuda

Photo: Na’ama Yehuda

 

In the curl

Between inhale

And exhale

Breathes an ocean.

In it all

That can ebb

And will flow

As we come

And we go,

Scent of eons

And life

Surf to soul

Calming strife.

 

 

For dVerse Poetics: Comfort Smells

 

Grace’s Embrace

Nicaragua3 InbarAsif

Photo: Inbar Asif

 

What grace allowed

Through ocean’s sigh

And earth’s old core

That plumed near by,

Embraces life

In all that die.

 

For the Ragtag Monday Prompt: Grace

 

Life’s Elixir

 

water land NaamaYehuda

Photo: Na’ama Yehuda

 

In the cradle of life

Where all breathing

Begins

Rocks the ebb

Of all else

That we are

Deep within.

 

For the Sunday Stills Challenge: Water

 

Ocean Ohm

ocean breath NaamaYehuda

Photo: Na’ama Yehuda

 

As the world tilts between breath

And release,

As the sea ebbs and flows

Into peace,

I remember my core

The heartbeat

Of my soul,

Batteries filled again

Making my spirit

Whole.

 

 

For Cee’s Share Your World