Sea Calling
Beach need. Wait prayerfully.
Safety in a midnight swim.
Clear water. Just checking in.
Where to start? The beginning.
For art. For the beat of the sacred
heart. Blood of old wounds flows
freely in the dark.
Walls of the ark. Rough arms.
Taming the mid-summer squalls
First, do no harm. It’s warm,
here in the dreaming place.
Escape from the storm,
a floating, forgetful space.
Return to self. Like the tide.
Drift on back. From the inside.
Cut me some slack. Ride the swell.
Home is a feeling we all know
well.
Being borne away can feel
like hell.
© Jennifer Patino (2018)
swim
jump in
cold bear
bare
no one there
why do we even ask or care?
lmao~
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I enjoy how there’s a curious intermingling of aphorisms that are dissonant with their surroundings and the rhyming that surfaces.
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Thanks, Beth 💙
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I know the calling. Excellent poem.
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Thank you 💜🙂
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Oh, I love this one!
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Thank you for reading!
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Sea! Awesome 👍 want to go but covid!
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I can’t even remember the last time I was near a body of water…
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😀😀
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🌹Love this!!!
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Thank you
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Love: The flow, format and content… well composed poetry. A real reader’s treat
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Thank you so much!
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Love this superb poem!
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Thanks so much for reading!
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I loved your work this morning. I do need a year at Big Sur. I do love the sea. Dear Jennifer, I would write a great novel.
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I think you should 🙂 Thank you for reading my new poem.
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You are welcome dear Jennifer.
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