| Wednesday, October 17, 2007 |
| ENDLESS EXPANSE |
The roar of crashing, tousled water... the smell of salty freshness... the sight of waves flying and foam floating... the feel of soft sands between the toes... the sheer depth and expanse of the sea...
Whether it be sunrise, sunset, a storm, or the moonlit night, each moment conjures up a different aspect of the sea. Golden skies, or silvery clouds, the water seems to reflect all, and yet hides its infinite secrets.
Falling upon the shore, apparently pulling the ground from beneath your feet even as they retreat, the waves beckon... to the unexplored depths, where blue and green and purple merge to form a darkness that conceals secrets. As tokens of the vast treasures it holds, it throws up shells of a melange of colors, shapes and textures. Looking close, it's possible to find starfishes, perhaps a baby octopus.
The water in front seemingly goes on and on and on... to where the earth falls away. There's a suggestion of ships, and fishermen, and islands that appear delightfully other-worldly. And this barely scrapes the surface. Below swim about worlds of their own, distant and alien, and fairytale-ish.
The sun streams down, making the sands sparkle as they catch the light and throw it back, scattering it all about. Sand castles and sand-men come up out of the seemingly endless hollows of silicon oxide. They seem to go in all directions, endlessly stretching away to far away trees you never can reach.
And all of a sudden, the moon in its orbit exudes a strange magnetism, pulling up the waters to greater heights, that hide the sands and fill the coves. Castles in the sand are ruined as if they were but made of air, while the air crackles with fiery anger. Waves mount, fishermen dismount.
It's high tide. And the beach is deserted. Ah solitude, and beauty are pretty companions...
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posted by Clezevra @ 2:25 AM   |
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Interesting... to say the least!
A thought in passing: Just a personal observation, but try "le vers libre" next time... for kicks.
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the sea is like that. a little hypnotic.
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There you go, waxing all lyrical and romantic again. Cynic! Ha!
Hey, I hope I didn't scare you telling you that the 'Love story' was true. It was but perhaps I should have kept it to myself. Anyway she is safe now.
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She is an ex-colleague who married for a love which has grown horribly sour. She was kept more or less prisoner by her hateful, jealous and violent husband. She phoned me hysterical; but managed to explain what had happened; she was black, blue and bleeding, with her 4 year old son who had seen everything. Her husband then suddenly returned as she was talking to me. The line went dead and I am sure she was beaten again. She is now safe in her home country.
No doubt she does not have her son with her, which will drive her crazy but she is alive.
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beautiful in parts.
" soft sand between the toes".
but the little bittle boringish.
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beautiful in parts.
" soft sand between the toes".
but the little bittle boringish.
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Interesting... to say the least!
A thought in passing: Just a personal observation, but try "le vers libre" next time... for kicks.