Do you feel it? Like an ‘itch’ inside,
it tells you something and more beside.
Tells of places you could be, tells of exciting
things to see, tells you not to hold back in fear,
to let life take hold, to raise a glass and cheer,
as a tuning fork you can feel the thrum. To live,
love and be happy,
perfectly attuned to life’s drum.
I have this Painting, Girl by The Sea,
she seems to be watching/waiting…
longing for another time another place… x
Posted in About Life..., Life Changes, Painting, Paula Nightingale, Sea, Waiting, Watching, Whimsy
Tagged About Life, Painting, Paula Nightingale, Sea, Waiting, Watching, Whimsy
The Old Bell pealed
out one morning,
no human hand
pulled the frayed rope,
no automation set it’s fine rhythm
of a message in a travesty of hope.
Then as suddenly as it had started
it ceased, leaving the Citizens scared
as the dire prophecy had warned them
what would happen, should it be repaired.
Abruptly in the echoing silence, a note sounded ever so clear
’twas a bird singing sweet in the morning, for everyone to hear.
Further notes flew swiftly upwards, soaring high in the brightening air
reaching the nearby seascape, where a whale was basking there.
It blinked, then quickly responded, diving deeply into the sea,
sounding out it’s mournful message, warning everything to flee.
Onward, ever onward, the message spread over the Earth,
telling of the Old Bell’s ringing, unheard since Atlantis’s birth
Then so suddenly it happened, …..’twas just as the prophecy read
the waves claimed all the City, as the Old Bell sank to rest on the
The Sea, it calls
as if knowing your name,
you can walk by still water,
but it’s never the same
the pull of the tides
as plumed waves
kiss the shore
makes you want to linger,
discover your Sea sense once more.
LadyP © 2011
Posted in Appreciation, Earth, Healing, Knowledge, Poem, Sea
Tagged Earth, Knowledge, Nature, Poem, Pull, Sea
Lazy waves lapping
ebbing and flowing
erasing my footprints
as I wander the shore
The sound of the sea
is like musical rhythm
my heavy heart lifts
I walk on once more…
A deep pulling love
this call of the sea
making senses feel
a primeval ache,
never let me resist
needing the sea’s kiss
should reality be dream
never let me wake….
LadyP © 2011
Posted in About Life..., Dreams, Knowledge, Love, Mother Nature, Poetry, Reality, Sea, Thoughts
Tagged Inspiration, Life, Love, Poetry, Rebirth, Sea, self, self knowledge