The smell of the sea was more precious,
more lovely than that of a rose in spring
The sounds of the waves, real music
Mozart, Bach, never heard such a thing.
Turquoise blue and green and white surf
caressing so softly the view of my eyes
The wind on my skin, so sweet and soft
so tender and cooling, extraordinarily nice
I tried to smell, feel, hear and see
All at the same time, simultaneously
But this was really much easier said than done
When I looked and listened, the smell was gone
Focusing on smell and the breeze from the skies
gave me the sudden strong urge to close my eyes
I tried again and again to absorb the senses of the sea
And what was first two, became soon a wonderful three.
After some time I finally could sense all four
It felt like being one with the sea in my core
I felt and smelled and heard and saw
It really had me standing there in awe
I licked my lips and guess what...
I could taste some of the sea's salt
Watching the sea with the breakers continuously pounding the shores in thunnderous sound and of getting wet by the spray of salty water... an experience in itself! You have literally enmeshed and absorbed the sea in your being! A lovely write! !
I really love and adore this sensational write. You literally took me to a place that I rarely visit, the seashore. The wind and the taste of the salty mists that wafts through the air. How very refreshing and revitalizing this must be. Nicely worded and expressed. Talented you are.
I always know that you love beach so much, i found many in your work declare the admiration to the fluidy-waves land, ocean...i like it, especially when nobody is around...i can see lot of things, especially when i see the fishermen come back, the sun rise and set....how water level be so different by the moon...it thought lot of lesson...i found much when i feel so down...A part of that, i love the roses, though i like red roses but pink roses have more meaning, when i was a child...i used to communicate with the pink rose, my honest friend that never spraying odor but perfume...a friend to listen when nobody listen to me...now the rose tree is growing together along my life...and wind is how it communicate with me....So i can say here, no matter beach or roses, some part of nature keep our spirit be strong...loved this write and the title is awesome_Soul
The sea give spirit to adventure Nations born from this Tears too Good write my friend....good to taste the salt.
I can picture the scene, I live by the sea and it is nice to smell the waves and sea salt in the air. Lovely poem
What a pleasurable journey through out! Thanks for taking all of us a free ride, enjoyed reading. We all see the sea, but only few like you feel it.
A wonderful return to my favorite place. Being to old to get there anymore, this was a treat- thank you
Hello Aufie you brought me on a lovely visit to the seashore in this poem lovely read well done
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Wow aufie, such a sensational poem dat captures d aqua scent n fabulous imagery!