Dancing With A Wave
Today I went to the ocean.
Into the waves I whispered, "Parley"
Meeting it’s harmonic motion.
A minor wave rolled my way
Peacefully, I entered to play.
Deceived was I, for it was strong.
With forceful arms it engulfed me.
Like dirty clothes it washed me clean
As we danced inside the machine.
Not ‘til it ceased was I free…
Free to stand upon my weak knees,
Gasp for air, then return to the sea.
De Jackson is hosting dVerse and has asked us to write laundry poems. When I saw this prompt I was reminded of a poem I had written years ago and have never shared with anyone. So I thought I would share it now. I hope you enjoy it.
Photo: from Pexels
Thank you for stopping by! Have a wonderful day.
With a grateful heart,
Heather
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Home Study from the Grateful Heart 
I did enjoy your poem – very much!
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I’m so glad ☺️
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The sea can be so freeing! You’ve captured the feeling well 🙂
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Thank you Ingrid. I could use a trip to the beach right about now 🙂
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I am going 😎 🌊
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Nice! Enjoy!!!
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Heather, this is lovely. I adore the sea, and do feel washed clean just by standing next to it.
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Thank you De Jackson! I’m glad you could relate to it 🙂
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I can really feel the sense of being properly tumbled in the surf…
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😄 I’m glad
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I love the cleansing of the sea and the feeling of freedom & strength.
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♥️
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You portray the feeling, the cleansing of the sea so gorgeously! 💝💝
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Thank you so much Sanaa!😊
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