Water turns to salt
Leaving behind a bitter sting
The ghost of the ocean sings
Salt turns to light
Turning the bitter into haze
The light turns to you
And I feel right in place
Restless.
Gradual,
Haphazard,
Graced with the dexterity,
With jabs to its sides in the still wind,
With the dance of grey smoke from a pot of incense.
It breezes in the descending direction unto a platter.
A mass of saltwater–as it'd find out later.
The roars of the tides,
The whistles of the wind kissing the oceans surface,
The spirited slaps of the waves,
The ominous boilings in the under caves.
All and all– music of restlessness!
On and on,the dancing leaf on the ocean.
When brainwaves strive against my need for sleep,
I exercise to help my mind calm down.
When pressures get so bad I want to weep,
I do yard work or jog a while through town.
A dear pet or a loved one's home going -
out come the tissues, dabbing at moist eyes.
When sharp pains jolt with an electric zing,
the crying helps the sting depressurize.
When I feel insignificant or small,
the ocean waves provide a balm for me.
When life's injustice casts a darkened pall,
I pray to God as sun sets on the sea.
Salt water is the cure for anything:
my sweat, my tears, the sea - to these I cling.
"The cure for anything is salt water:
sweat, tears, or the sea" ~ Isak Dinesen
written 14 Sep 2020
That muddy Mississippi couldn't wash away the things she said!
So i packed my bags, caught the next plane out to Hilton head
'Thinking the sea and the sand and sun might set me free
But the hurt's the same, nothing's changed except for the scenery
This salt water is pouring in an open wound
The pain comes and goes like the tide ebb and flows...every afternoon
But that ocean spray can't wash away these old Memphis blues
Salt water.....keeps pouring in an open wound
I should have gone to the Smoky's...maybe they could get me over you
It's plain to see...this ocean resort don't know we're through
I'll spend the night in my room...wishing I was in some other place
Where you won't appear in every tear...falling down my face
This salt water is pouring in an open wound............
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salt water face slap
the best wake up call ever
feeling mighty good!
He stands in the rain
And looks out over the sea
Endless salt water
Trickles down his cheeks as he
Remembers the love they had
For Andrea’s Salt contest
A thing so paradoxical, sin
So all encompassing it’s grasp
A curse of eternal thirst
though we are drowning.
Our hands desperately scratching for a life raft
Secretly made of the same water we drown in,
Our hearts repulsed by the light
So we continue our daily floundering
Chasing a trail of crumbs we call “Hope”
Salt-water taffy is Atlantic City’s treat.
Known to many, it is both chewy and sweet.
This is an ever-popular type of candy
that has been around for over a century.
Pieces are wrapped in waxed paper individually,
and contained in boxes with varied weight and quantity.
Being something any visitor savors,
it comes in a great variety of flavors.
Most of the stores selling salt-water taffy
can be found along the boardwalk easily.
If you are yet to sample this regional treat,
your visit to Atlantic City is not complete.
Water cleanse the stains away, I seek redemption here today
As I fall into this ocean blue, I ask for death to come from you
Pull me deep beneath your waves, so deep that I may not be saved
As I dive into this storm at sea, I ask that you take hold of me
Salt water of this powerful sea, accept my tears as one with thee
I pray too late that I be found, as into this water I quickly drown
As consciouness begins to fade, onto this ocean bed I'm laid,
Salt water as I drink your wine, I feel my tears with you entwine
I close my eyes and fall asleep, become a part of this Ocean deep
My last request will now come true, as my tears of salt merge with you.
~ Salt water you will ever be, the taste of tears that fell from me.~
This hypnotic potion
a bottle of oceans
on necks which still sting
from the salt of the sea
is pulling me under
is raging like thunder
is threatening to pull
the whole world over me
I'm feeling quite queasy
It's suddenly easy
to breathe underwater
and dive
A potion from oceans
a stir, a commotion
and suddenly I am
aware I'm alive.
Have you ever noticed how healthy you feel
after a swim in the ocean?
Would salt dissolved in warm water have the
same effect?
Table salt and warm water prevent infections.
Applied to open wounds and gashes on pets
It may sting eg. "Like adding salt to a wound"
Would a gargle prevent a cold?
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