23 August 2007

Poetry Thursday 8/23

Oceans Away
by Constance Brewer



I live one thousand miles
away from the nearest sea
So tell me why I hear at night
the waves pound by degree?
I feel the deep dark pull of tide
that breaks against the shore
So if I live on the prairie
why do I have surf rapport?

21 comments:

Crafty Green Poet said...

I like this a lot! I live near the sea, sometimes I feel prairie rapport!

Dick Jones said...

I do like the idea of 'surf rapport'! Thanks for that image.

gautami said...

I too live far from the sea and crave for it.

Hedwyg said...

Mmmmmm... surf rapport is lovely! Very nice one!

tumblewords said...

Even though a sea shell is miles from shore, it still sings the ocean song... Nicely done poem!

...deb said...

Nice how you show an inteconnected world. (That's what I took away from it, anyway!)

odessa said...

i too love "surf rapport"! your poem made me realize how blessed i am to live near the ocean and the mountains. thank you for this.

Constance said...

Crafty Green Poet - nice to know it works both ways!

Constance said...

dick jones - thanks! surf rapport is what it feels like..

Constance said...

gautami - I'm not all that fond of water, but I do like the sound of the ocean

hedwyg - thanks!

Constance said...

tumblewords- ah! maybe seashells brought the poem on!

Tammy said...

I suffer from "surf rapport" so I'm thinking I need a vacation. :) Nice job!

Lisa said...

Cool poem! I'm sorry to sound like a broken record but "surf rapport" is a clever ending.

Mike Mc said...

Very effective presentation of the questions, thanks.

Constance said...

lisa & mike mc - thanks. Chalk it up to failed iambic pentameer and the longing for being somewhere that isn;t on fire. :)

Gilson said...

What you wrote is very true! I guess we do create the world around us and experience what we feel to be experiencing. Nice poem!

Clare said...

Hi Constance -- Really nice poem! I love the line "I feel the deep dark pull of tide". And I started thinking how our bodies are something like 80% water -- the moon pulls the tides and so it's bound to pull the tide inside us too. Maybe that's the waves that you hear pounding at night??!!
:)

Fledgling Poet said...

"Surf rapport"...perfect! I can so relate to your poem -- I also love the ocean and there's no better sound than the waves. Thanks for a lovely read!

Constance said...

gilson - thanks!

clare - maybe it was just a pounding headache? *g*

fledgling poet - I didnt' grow up ner the ocean, so I have no idea why the longing to hear the waves. Must be instinctual. :)

liz said...

It's whimsical and poignant at the same time. Longing resonates.

Constance said...

thanks liz, :)