Amanda Sullivan Poet Ballad

The Counselling Sea

Sitting on the sandy beach,
pale, gritty, beach of rubble,
overcast, grey, patchy, breaking cloud formation,
just sitting, quietly, silently, pondering thoughts,
where does the sea water originate from,
how far does the tide go out,
how do waves occur,
all questions unanswered from afar,
the sand between my cold and frost bitten toes,
warm, yet harsh and plentyful,
running as the tide comes in,
to wet and replenish my skin,
the feel of the fresh water, gliding up my legs,
regrettable salt marks, must wash away,
wash away the darkness, the radical thoughts,
a sense of calm, freedom, and symbolic sounds.

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Mike T April 23, 2012 at 4:03 PM Kinda rough, but I like the images you build up here; it feels like the words rush at me like the waves and then recede in the last line, which is a nice effect. The first two lines really seize the reader's attention, but the frost-bitten toes is a bit jarring (probably better to save the jarring stuff all for the end, to have the water wash it away). Anyhow, intriguing piece! Amanda Sullivan October 23, 2012 at 10:02 AM Thank you Mike T for the encouraging comment, glad you liked it xx :)

Terry O'Leary April 22, 2012 at 7:11 AM Sea... Freedom... yes! Terry Amanda Sullivan October 23, 2012 at 10:02 AM Absolutely Terry, thank you xx :)

Anne-Lise Andresen April 22, 2012 at 4:15 AM Deep and meaningful lines Amanda, like it. - oxox Anne-Lise Amanda Sullivan October 23, 2012 at 10:03 AM Thank you so much Anne Lise xx :)