The ocean blue

And its whispering hue

Has always sang to me


A song to hope for

To long for more

Within it’s beauty bold


For in its thralls

It calls and calls

To come to it, to live


To love its power

To accept its shower

Of salt and spray and sea


For to touch the sea

 Is to become free

And let my soul take flight


To accept power and might

To conquer my fright

Of things this bold and daring


For the rumble, the roar

Is what I live for

In its terror, there is love


For the silky caress

Makes me confess

My love of this ocean blue


Okay, okay, so a couple of things to say.

Firstly, I apologize for the long break I took from here…though I have several valid excuses. Of course, the first being my break in Hawaii (which was awesome, lovely, and a heck of a lot of fun), the second being my laptop deciding to go kaput (I now write this on a shiny new MacBook. I know, fancy.) and thirdly, I was going through major, major writers block.

Not to worry, however! I’m back, and I’ll do my best to be sharing my poetry and picture quotes every Thursday/Friday, as per usual.

Moving on.

While in Hawaii, I noticed something that I’ve noticed before, when in California, Vancouver, etc. I love the ocean. I find it daring and bold and beautiful. There’s a peace to it, but also a strange power about it. And I really enjoy being by it, listening to that great and terrible beauty that is the sea. It  didn’t hurt either, that in Hawaii, the ocean is a heck of a lot warmer than in Vancouver. It has a silky, warm quality that you don’t find anywhere else.

I think that part of it could come from the fact that I was born by the sea. I lived in Surrey until I was two. So maybe its just a psychological thing…or maybe I’m just crazy. Either way, I love the sea. Almost as much as I love the prairies.

And with that, adieu.