Ocean of Love

I gave you a stone from the ocean
a smooth, black pebble
darkness caressed by the sea
shingled over and over
cool in the palm
a stone cold
until held close
by your heartbeat
through rise and fall of tides
deep as the depths of forever.

Louise Rill ~ www.e-poems.org

       
Sound

Your face ripples to mind
to pleasure me
and out again

an image lost
only to splash onto my page of work
clear as a beached shell

I listen down to low tide
hoping to hear your breath

but its softness drowns
in the warning cry of a starboard buoy
lurching on the bars of waves
stretched across the sound.

Each breaker's damp white hem
pillowed by the rocks
echoes the whisper of my voice
saying your name.

Louise Rill ~ www.e-poems.org

   

   
Marina

I float beneath the surface
without need of harsh air
sun-flecks flutter downwards, lost in blue
I breathe the water: oxygen reddens my blood
redder than coral

shoals of fish dart and twist in bright chorus
slow creatures nestle and forage among
dark boulders where weeds
fan out like flukes
waving softly as
my hair

I pause
feel the silver locket
bump gently at my breast
dive back, head over tail like dolphins.

Louise Rill ~ www.e-poems.org

       

   
Neither Out Far Nor in Deep

The people along the sand
All turn and look one way.
They turn their back on the land
They look at the sea all day.

As long as it takes to pass
A ship keeps raising its hull;
The wetter ground like glass
Reflects a standing gull

The land may vary more;
But wherever the truth may be--
The water comes ashore,
And the people look at the sea

They cannot look out far.
They cannot look in deep.
But when was that ever a bar
To any watch they keep?

~ Robert Frost



   
from the ocean, to the moon

i am salty and urgent.
you are white and precise,
drawing my many couriers
in a terrible need.

i continue to recover
from the sands,
pulling back, then onwards
once again -full force
to meet my desire.

o brave face, your hard smile
multiplies and drowns across
my back, to the mouths of fish.
my dark flesh swells and flows.

i tumble after you, madly.

~ Heather Dearmon

   


How Do I Love Thee?
by Elizabeth Barrett Browning

How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.
I love thee to the depth and breadth and height
My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight
For the ends of Being and ideal Grace.

I love thee to the level of everyday's
Most quiet need, by sun and candlelight.
I love thee freely, as men strive for Right;
I love thee purely, as they turn from Praise.

I love thee with the passion put to use
In my old griefs, and with my childhood's faith.
I love thee with a love I seemed to lose
With my lost saints, ~ I love thee with the breath,
Smiles, tears, of all my life! ~ and, if God choose,
I shall but love thee better after death.



The shell that you gave me
is still here
beside the pebble I found.

The love that I gave you
is still here
beside the lonely place.

Remember how the
cold waves chased us

and I ran into your
warm arms?

I long to run
there again.




"Ocean Twilight"
Original Composition & Sequence by Barbara Koska Timm
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