The Perfect Blend Poem by Ernestine Northover
The Perfect Blend
The horizon stretches smooth and still,
out across the sea.
A whisper, on its lonely vigil,
beckoning to me.
A pathway is illuminated,
shining o’er the scene.
And all my troubles are negated,
by this sight serene.
Forever moving, waves travel far,
flowing endlessly.
Giant theatre where all can star,
on a stage that’s free.
Wind, rain and wild storm, their schemes they send
lashing down with might.
When peace descends, comes the perfect blend,
two eyes adorned with light.
The ocean, glistening facets, tile,
setting sun turns red.
The surface becomes a smooth textile,
now the sky has bled.
A tranquil picture, an offering, here,
element is calm.
A woven dream so stunningly sheer,
wished for, cleansing balm.
© Ernestine Northover
As L says there is indeed something so calming about the sea... as there is about this beautifully flowing piece. t x
There is something calming about the sea, just to stand and watch the waves is so relaxing, lovely poem Ernestine,10 from me Lynda xxx
This reminds me of a kind of cleansing period just after a great storm of some-sort Thankyou for sharing your art Ernestine and I did like the slight alteration half way down this piece, , all the best Love duncan X
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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5/9/2024 10:51:36 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Oh Yes Ernestine! The ocean has such a theraputic affect on my soul too, you describe the perfect blend to sooth our tormented lives so well....thank you for reminding me how the elements combine in our welbeing, smiling at you, Tai