Dancing the Waves
With love and delight she moves,
skimming and dancing across the sea
Her skirts made from froth and wakes,
swinging and dipping,
Like a ball gown in a wild dance.
A wonder so to dance on a sunny day
or under a full, silvery moon,
Partner the skiff, by the tiller,
sensitive to every move.
Feeling her rush towards the horizon,
at times lifting her prow high to the sky,
As if wanting to join the birds.
Whilst sailing, dipping and soaring with ease
free from any ties.
Making us humans seem lumbered,
laden with weights
Both physical and of mind,
Yet our spirits can be free as the skiff
Can soar as the birds
Don’t let us forget as we use this wonder,
the wonder that is our lives.
Let the eyes shine clear cyan, blue or brown
sparkling bright of life loved and lived.
c/ miriam ivarson
Delightful poem Miriam. Thanks for the nudge to let my mind and spirit fly a little, across the winds of change.
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Thank you Brad and I am glad if my lines helped your spirit to fly.
It is far to easy to dig down in the darker aspects around and that helps
no one. 😊 .
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Love it, Miriam… Sharing! xo
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Thank you dear Bette. Lovely to share with you. 🤗 .
Miriam
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So beautiful.
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I am happy that you feel so. Thank you.
miriam
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Lovely for a beautiful morning… jc
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Thank you Jeff, glad you feel so. I also hope your spirit flies
as free as the skiff.
Miriam
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Miriam, your very poem seems to be riding those waves, bringing purity of serenity and peace to my over-busy world. 😀 Lightness and joy radiates from your words and your rightly remind us to take note of this wonder of life. Alas, all too often it becomes lost. Just what I needed to read at the moment and I’ll remember that ‘Yet our spirits can be free as the skiff’. How true! Happy Sailings, Miriam! Xx ❤️
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Thank you very much for this beautiful comment and I am so very happy if it
could bring some light and life to a very hectic world.
I am glad that the quoted lines stuck with you and hopefully will over some
busy days.
The metaphor of the sea and sailing came easily to me as I grew up surrounded by the sea and felt the effect on people living there.
Bless 🤗 .
Miriam
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Awesome poetic words of simply flying across the waves and dancing to joy. A lovely poem, Miriam 😊😊😊😊😊
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Thank you Kamal, for your appreciative and joyful comment.
May we all feel this joy too. 😊 .
Miriam
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Yes absolutely true, Miriam. Welcome dear.
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What a lovely image Miriam! I am in awe of your words that dance with the waves, merging with the changing hues! Wow! Loved it!
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Your comment makes me feel happy, Balroop. Thank you.
To have you in awe is no small measure. 😊. I am very glad
you liked the poem.
Miriam
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I was right there, dancing among the waves with you Miriam. There are few things I enjoy more than watching them roll in. Thanks for the reminder that “I must go down to the sea again, to the lonely sea and sky.” By John Masefield: Always one of my favorite poems. –Curt
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How wonderful to have you join me and keep that tiller steady
as the boat / skiff flies. Also she teaches our spirits to fly.
Like you I do like the poem you quoted, it also has a lovely rhythm to it.
Thank you for visiting Curt.
Miriam
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Thank you for this delight. It reminds me of how alive I feel when dancing with the waves of the ocean on a relatively calm day. She’s not so calm in my part of the world right now, but she will be again, and we will play again. I feel a poem of my own coming on inspired by you!
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JoAnna, your comment is so lovely and makes me happy.
To have reminded you about how you long for the sea and soon will go.
Also to have inspired a new poem within you; both are a blessing.
Miriam
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We just traveled to the mountains to escape Hurricane Dorian, so that’s where my brain went with this draft. I didn’t mean for it to end up on a negative note, but maybe the ocean needs it.
Waves of delight have caressed me.
Over and over the ocean
Brings herself up to kiss my face
She doesn’t mind that I turn my head
To soften the spray on my hair and shoulders
Or that I bounce to rise above her waves.
She knows her power.
She loves it when I dive below
Into the quieter flow
And rise into her tickling foam.
But now she is not playing
She crashes, pounding the sand
Driven by the screaming wind.
She is part of something bigger
Telling us to pay attention
To the damage we are doing.
Will we come to understand?
She wants to play again.
But we must hear her cries.
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Love this. And absolutely love the photographs! Are they yours? ❤
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Thanks Bela, so glad you liked it.
I got lazy and went to Pixaby free images. I have many but it took too much
time to find in my bulging photo folder.
Miriam
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Ahh. Nice choices, though! ❤
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Beautiful!
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Thank you Jennifer. 😊
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So beautiful❤️
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I am happy you felt so Isha. 💕
miriam
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This is lovely, Miriam. I love your imagery.
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Thanks Robbie, it is a joy to hear your comment on imagery, you make me glad.
As a girl I was teased about this and worked to temper my imageries as
they at times seemed a bit way out for some.
Miriam
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Thanks for this, Miriam. You took me back 40 years, when I had the chance to sail with a friend who owned a 27 foot yacht. The sense of freedom, lightness and delicate control as we skipped the waves, with me at the helm, was a wonderous experience. Many thanks for bringing back that time for me.
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I thank you Stuart, for your wonderful comment. Also for the wonder of
having through my words brought you to such a strong memory. You
describe with such nearness and life, no fading of that memory.
I grew up by the sea and sailing and boating was part of life. Hence the metaphor with sailing a boat came easy in showing that our spirit can be that free.
Miriam
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I’ve always loved the sea, but spent only a short, and wonderful, two and a half years as a child living at the coast in a converted railway wagon perched on its wheels just five feet from the cliff edge. Walked to school along the beach. Wonderful.
Circumstances have meant I rarely had the chance to live by the sea, but I visit when I can; one of the great things about living on an island!
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Well Stuart, to live five feet from a cliff edge and the sea beats any I heard.
The railway wagon sounds exciting and somehow romantic. Have you ever written about it?
You just have to go and visit the sea ever now and again. I hope so for you.
Miriam
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You’ve set me upon the ocean with this lovely poem, and I’m feeling the wind rush across my face, watching the sun skitter over the waves. Thank you for a lovely sail on your seas.
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Wow, that is a worthy achievement as I can hear you love the ocean too.
You describe it with such enthusiasm. Thank you, Sharon.
Didn’t we have a wonderful flight and skitter over the water though. 🌊
Miriam
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As a child of five to seven, it was magical. The railway carriage was an old Pullman and our only source of heat and artificial light was a parrafin driven hurricane lamp, but we were never cold. My parents and three kids lived here.
I have written a short story about it, but had forgotten – I’ll have to dig it out and do something with it! Thanks for the reminder.
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I really think you should, Stuart.
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I will!
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A joyful poem, full of freedom, I felt as though I was soaring.
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Thank you Andrea for your beautiful response.
How wonderful is that that I could make you feel like soaring.
Miriam
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Love this, Miriam! It conveys a sense of freedom we can see in the motion of waves.
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Thank you Julie, I am so glad you can sense the freedom I am trying to convey. May we all find this treasure within.
Miriam
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Simply beautiful, Miriam 🙂 🙂 Thank you, and happy weekend!
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Thank you so very much Jo and may your weekend be happy
and filled with joy.
miriam
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