Calling, calling, calling me always
Ocean full of salt, whales and mystery
Malleable, fitting me in, holding me up
Foreverness soaking me to the core
Oceans churning and changing
Revive my lost soul
To its splendor
Colors of azure, gray and green
Ocean full of canyons and riptides
Morning mist rising, dancing on crests
Fog of ordinary days lifts, crashing waves
Ocean kissing sand then slipping away
Reveals my life story, perpetual motion
Takes me to hidden depths of restless peace
Created in my backyard
Oceanette full of silver and leaves
My pool of joy awaits
Folding me into it’s depth of but 5 feet
Oceanette bubbles and swirls
Relieving my pains, releasing my fears
Touched by heaven’s tears I am
Comforted always
Oceans, rivers, lakes, pools of water
Made when our star was born
Foreverness evolving calms me,
Oceans capacity for peace and rage
Reminds my self-centered spirit
To balance, to change, to evolve
About the Creator
Carolyn F. Chryst
Has had an eclectic life — Waitress, Actress, Zoo Curator, Story Teller, Poet, Exhibit Designer, Writer, Farmer and Educator.
Comments (2)
Very visual poem. Love the format. Great job!
Hey, I found your poem on Linda's post on Medium. It's very evocative. I am move in the watery depths you've created.