it's early saturday morn and the market place is worn although the humidity will rise a cooling breeze does surprise it dances on my skin jogging memories that begin to enhance my lonely smile about a pastime worthwhile you'd sit and watch and wait for the ocean to sedate let the wind do it's thing it's natural for it to swing and if by magic you would see calmer ocean and a clear blue sea it's direction had to change 90 degrees was its range but when it stayed within the angle of it's whim there lay the ocean clear dressed in joys tear and as you paddled out the wind enthused your shout ...........
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Posted: Dec 2013
About this poem:
back home the ocean usually blows up with a south southeasterly winds ....brings the swell up and is very messy ......as soon as the wind changed to a northerly or northwester.....it would clean up within a day or so ...the ocean crystal clear the surf pumping haha ...the westerlies have a way of holding up the face of the wave to create a feathering effect as the wave breaks ..........no matter where i am on the east coast of oz when a northerly blows ....i know where i should be ..........
sundayrose1san francisco, California USADec 13, 2013
A very beautiful write NU. Lovely scenery captured on every line of this tribute to the ocean. I have jogged and enjoyed so much of the oceans in Australia as well as in Asia and my country and yes we do witness the amazing change of tides in either direction of the wind. Lovely write.
Hi Joy .....yes its as simple as that to return to those fantastic memories of earlier days and until i can get back there......they are all i have ........Thanks for your lovely thoughts ...Regards Nu
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God Bless you two. Happy holidays.,.
SR
...but when it stayed within the angle of it's whim… Ah, the beauty of the north / northwesterly moments of life. Thanks for sharing.