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Sea King

Massive wave hills were breaking further out than I had ever seen.
I told myself and my friend that I would stay close-by shore,
And go no further, no more.

Slipping into the icy froth of the rip express lane,
Passing familiar rocky point,
I sat on my board, just gliding seaward like floating royalty in a river coronation,
Absorbing solar praise,
Robed regally in wet fur seal like suit,
Laughingly shouting back to my friend enjoying the shore-break surfing:
“Check this out!”
Forgetting to embrace shoreline wisdom.

My mistake apparent within seconds,
I am no king of the sea.
Today the familiar merry go round rip
joyfully ridden back to wave riding position
Bulged uncharacteristically and pulled me near to panic,
An unstoppable river, impossible to defy.
I was riding a water chairlift out to liquid white mountains.

In a salty blink, I whispered, “Save me!”
Doubt gushed, poured and exited out.
I saw daughter, wife, scenes of life.
I heard a royal blue voice call out: “Keep going, yes further out.”
Each shivering stroke showed feeble faith
As the sets rising green and tall drew terrifyingly near.

A precious wave approached from an unexpected angle,
Birthing hope within—to catch it would be certain escape.
It lifted me up, throwing me down, carrying me in.
I rode that surfboard like a rapid-rafting baboon,
Arriving to the shore,
Whispering appreciation to the real Sea King.
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Poem by Jonathan McCallum
@peoplepoesia
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Floating

The water has always given me peace. It’s been the greatest place for me to go to have instant gratification. Happiness. Regardless of it being a pool or an ocean, the joy I find from being in the water has helped me get through so many difficult times in my life.

I want to move.

I want to live somewhere where I can see it, the deep expanse of the ocean, the wave breaks and the foam. I want to be able to run on a sandy beach and straight into the water once I feel too hot.

Maybe, perhaps, once I finally leave here, this sorrowful place in my head, I will find my ocean.

My place of peace.

My happiness.


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We went for a ride up into Maine yesterday.

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The day started rainy and socked in with think fog here in New England yesterday,  while so many suffered in horrible cold and snowy conditions.  We will take what we can left of this year, before we too must huddle together and keep ourselves warm.

A few years ago I took a class with Mom on fusing glass with a wonderful teacher who has since passed away.  She had told us about a woman in Maine who taught wire wrapping,  so we could make our pieces we did,  look even nicer and go from glass into jewelry pieces. Well that winter we went out to Arizona  to hunt for Gold and I met a woman there who took the time to show me a simple wrap that as I got more proficient I could add my own flair to.  Well yesterday the woman in Maine, who I follow through Facebook, had an Open…

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Into the deep

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PLunged into clear;  whilst murky
slept beneath avoiding
air bubbled skin
bring boats;  navigate the coast
in search of me;  my thoughts
you won’t recover
yet I fear not
breath in my lungs
will expire soon, my last
farewell to life and loves
that I have known

yet there is peace floating
bathed;  nudged in silence like your hand
in darkness across a wavy bed
for our fingers never held in love
Strike would find its way ~ as waves
CraSH towards the shore in search
of rest;  the current pulled them back
as I with you returned for
insults;  punishment

with one last look water veiled
plastic upon my skin; arms braced
I still shield myself from you
let the water gently fill my eyes
as I fear not
I shall escape into the darkness
into the sea of graves as others
have before me, indeed a privilege
of the life you found unworthy

and as I rest upon the sand
shards of light flirting with my skin
fish that pick my bones
there is freedom
no fight ~ no breath ~ no hate ~
I fear not
the TORment of you will disappear
the abyss will have swallowed me
and left you ~ a hatred memory

©JMTacken2013


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RUST

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On a cold day here in New England

The shoreline still calls out to us

Our trips here are usually never planned

We just know we must get out or sit at home and rust

JT is always ready for our trips to the shore

We never  have to tell her that is where we are going

She sees him get the metal detector out  and she goes right to the door

On this day she was sad no Frisbee with the way the winds were blowing

He swung his machine over the sand

He left a path of places he had dug and filled back in

Nothing ever seems to go as planned

With him though it usually ends with a grin

His collecting apron has many treasures within

Pull tabs, copper wire and piping and so many coins and rings

Want to know the reason for the grin

Well he is always happy when finding THINGS

So on a cold day with nasty raw winds gusting

JT and I walk into the wind defiant to let it ruin our day

I remind myself we could have been home rusting

So glad we went it was such a pretty day given the fact we stayed

Eunice


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Shells At High Tide Mark On A Cold January Day

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So many so little time or space here I do not want to fill 20 Lines with just my shots!

To say we had a nice day was an understatement. Pain for us three after yes but we are better today.

Can’t wait to see what you all did

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Peace

Eunice


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January 9 2013 Shots From The Coast

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So yes in January we still look for treasure he with a machine and me with a camera.

It was windy and cold but we bundled up and left at 10 AM and finished there by 3 PM

Tired and cold from all the exercise we got, which they say is Good For You, we headed home for dinner which I

still had to whip up.  While it cooked I made some Chi Tea and heated up the bag we have for sore muscles and

sat with JT and did her shoulder area. She was again hobbling hard makes me so sad to see her in the pain we are in.

I know she has a toenail that was injured and is growing out that I trim weekly(all of them actually)but it appears this

jump and leaping in the sand is sadly taking a toll on her…

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Strong Surf

Originally posted on Living and Lovin:

 

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We got there the other day and when we saw the waves and this heavy stone thrown up on the beach it was more than he could stand.  It was too rough to wade into  so we went up the road two beach areas away where he found THE  Newest Piece of BLING :) and tons of money, coins but money is money isn’t it.

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We Will Be Searching The Shore Again

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Well they say there will be another coastal storm brewing just off our shoreline,  so it is time to walk the edge, as the tide turns and heads out and look and see what it has left behind for us.  It will be sunny and in the 40′s what a perfect BEACH DAY   JT likes to walk me into the water so maybe I will even be barefoot.

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SPRAY

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Spray

 

Not all days have waves such as this

Some days the are just sweet and lazy

It is days such as this though that bring me such bliss

The sky was such a beautiful Blue without a sign of being hazy.

 

I love the spray as it dances above the waves as if to hold still till I capture it

It seems to add to the beauty of this photo with all the froth of this crashing wave

It is here upon the hill I sit and wait till just the perfect moment click

Though I now know  it is really the peace I find at this special place full of powerful waves I simply crave.

 

 

 

 

 


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She Had Such Beautiful Curls

Originally posted on Living and Lovin:

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Not what you thought sorry

My place for pretty curls  has always been the sea  after a nasty ocean storm

Sun was out and curl after curl appeared

Wish I had had a tripod set up  or sat down for these

For tack sharp photos are what most of us are always after

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Enjoy your day!

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