At The Edge Of The Surf (and dreaming) – (poem)

by Stephen J Frankenberry

So the latest prompt at dVerse Poets asked to take into consideration Pablo Neruda’s poem “The Wide Ocean” and the line …

“Ocean, if you were to give, a measure, a ferment, a fruit of your gifts and destructions …”

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At The Edge Of The Surf (and dreaming)

I sat at the edge of the surf lap

salt breeze in my hair’s nose eye filling

it with clean crisp scented horizon to the curve and the fall

off the edge of the world and I swam tail tumbled with it (sea monsters be damned)

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I sat on the edge of the surf lap

salt wet well heavy sand in my short’s pockets filling

them with distant worlds as many as grains some say

soon nothing more than to clog the shower

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I sat in the edge of the surf lap

salt slap slapping the barnacled sides of swashbuckles filling

my childhood mind of salty peg legged cliches and snarky shoulder parrots

disguised now as distant cargo ships passing over the graves of my stories

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I sat with the edge of the surf lap

salt sound rushing, hovering, digging my ears filling

them with floating gull life hungered cries above

to sand dig crab scratching on bits of sun glinting worlds below trying to hide

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I sat am the whole of the surf lap

salt of earth and wind and sky and ocean filling

always ocean, especially ocean, filling

pockets with worlds in my tides

20 thoughts on “At The Edge Of The Surf (and dreaming) – (poem)”

  3. the repeat line and the offering of all the different outcomes makes such an interesting read and the last stanza is synthesis of all

    “always ocean, especially ocean, filling

    pockets with worlds in my tides”

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  5. This is expertly wrought! The use of repetition gives the feeling of ocean waves crashing on the shore 💖💖 Thank you so much for writing to the prompt!

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