sea song -

oh precious, dulcet diva, ocean-tide you, of sand and foam and spindrift - all your moods and meanderings speak deep my spirit, wistful and wan musings captured, gist enraptured … I listen, close ... on those warm and windy days, your voice cuts clear, carries with it the joy of sun sprites alighting on wave tops hopping crest-to-crest like so many gold pieces tumbling from pockets, laden … I listen, rapt ... becalmed days, the lull of low tide ... gentle swells reach their arms ashore - the cold brine washing sand and shell like breezes sweeping the grasslands rolling, as imagination rolls in the mind … I listen, soft ... whispering in my ear of the secret dark places in my heart, exquisite shadowy realms where passion and reverie hide, pulsing with urge, aphotic warm, enigmatic feelings flow and ebb … I listen, true ... an ocean storm's raging beauty, thus - somber clouds, splashed Payne's Gray swirl cruelly as Neptune flits his tresses sea sirens lament with angry screams as their backs are broken on reef and rock … I listen, soft ... gentle swells lapping brief, the sand moon rising to the lullaby of a bell buoy its tender peals coaxing the moonlight to shore, Luna's beams tiptoeing gently atop to join the phosphorescent waterline (not to wake the slumbering breezes) … I listen, sad ... the gulls and terns laugh at the folly - a man strains his ageing ears to the song of the tides that he loves so completely - the most divine and elegant aria known and a voice so immortal and pure, that it will croon on, long after there is naught ... left to listen. ~ 1st Place ~ in the "Your Choice (9), Any Form, Any Theme" Poetry Contest, Brian Strand, Judge & Sponsor. ~ 3rd Place ~ in the "2019 Poetry Marathon Mile 7" Poetry Contest, Mark Toney, Judge & Sponsor. ~ 1st Place ~ in the "New Poems Only" Poetry Contest, Emile Pinet, Judge & Sponsor. ~ 2nd Place ~ in the "Voices" Poetry Contest, Silent One, Judge & Sponsor.