I think of my first love who escaped south and who now faces old age with a brightness far better than death’s impending despair.
My last love, All passion spent, Was of a quiet deep fulfilment of silent bliss engaging me while the blackbird for both of us now sings in the highest tree and, with a distant touch of the hands, a slower walk with the waves on that distant shore, bird and sea, my soul is fed, listening to their songs keeping at bay life’s end.
For now I dream converse, I listen to my memories, resisting that clouding of the vision which elapsed time brings.
I allow perception of days to come in which appreciative eye and halcyon heart will enable a new closeness, one of being together in harmony with both past and present, and the future becomes again brighter.
The promise of the sea As it thrusts towards the shore Is of resurgent love And with it the swell in my heart soars Its tide in turn repeating What once I had before When life was young And in its flow
Now as it ebbs It is not easy To renew that glow Which once provided all the hope Of future bliss I ever needed When sun kissed seas Spoke loud their passion Their cresting waves Breaking one on one In repeating fashion Mirroring my wishes Releasing desires Bringing the froth and foam Of hope To these cool shores
Ribbed sand now reminds Of what is yet to come The ripples of my heartbeat Become the breakers bolstering my breath The thrill of expectation Arriving with the tide
On what distant shores have those same waves Broken their strength And torn in two My harried heart
I will sleep all night in your arms Then whilst the day is dawning We will wake and gaze out to sea And together Welcome back the morning
We’ll watch as the seagulls broil and fuss As they dart over the incoming tide Hear the call of the geese Soaring over the breaking waves Their stately beating wings Presaging their arrival Their fervour undiminished As they return to the seagrass The meadows of their dreams To feed and live on
Such images reveal to me Confirm my heart’s content That life and nature exist Perhaps their sole purpose To ratify love For each other For humanity Love for nature And for all of creation
As the swell of the sea reaches the shore
Waves wilfully break on the beckoning beach;
Light catches the colours riding the crests,
Blushing in red, in pink and in peach.
While above as we watch in reverence and awe,
The marmalade sky sugars the view,
Embracing the split twixt heaven and earth,
Splitting the vibrant view into two.
In such scenes as this all life gains a meaning,
For life and desire reside in the sea;
The beauty of nature is here embodied,
Bringing contentment and stillness to me.
My poem originates from a consideration of the oil paintings of Devon artist, Katie Sarra. Many of Katie’s paintings present visions of the sea in its many different moods, still, turbulent, calm , moody. Many of these seascapes are displayed in her gallery facing the River Daw as it runs through the Devonshire seaside town of Dawlish. Her gallery is named ‘SEA LIGHT’. It is a great joy to spend time in this beautiful gallery which doubles as a thriving cafe and tea rooms. Two photographs of the gallery front below . . .