Big Blue

There you are, dear old friend
Bid me to your side again
To watch you bob and dip and blink
A suave leviathan, I think!
Roguish rascal, full of pranks
I see you crouch on seaweed flanks
Chase pastel clouds before my eyes
Your gaze reflected in the skies
Like turquoise shards, a wide read book
Burnt and bice, the ocean look.

Your frothy swells with sugared reach
Pour fizzing foam upon the beach
Your briny scent, the sea-flayed wind
Wafts sunscreen from my suntanned skin
Aromas from your Neptune’s vale
Disclose their news when I inhale
Wiff fresh fired fish from watery dell
Clean and clear, the ocean smell.

I hear you now--your lion’s roar
Pouncing nimbly to the shore
Hear water shushing, rushing in
Then tip toe in and out again
Heed clanging bells and foggy hiss
Squabbling gulls, small toes squish
Mariner’s verse you echo ‘round
Blat and bray, the ocean sound.

Amber seaweed, speckled sand
Bubbly waves that kiss the land
I touch the ocean -- a game of tag
Sand slows my feet, they suck and drag
Then suddenly the surf gives chase
Showers me with wet embrace
Breakers bound in rowdy play,
Tide that tickles, splashing spray
Whiskered waves on smooth paws creep
Tug o’ war with sand too steep
Starchy breezes roil and reel--
Sleek and smooth, the ocean feel.

I taste the ocean and wonder why
It tastes like tears I sometimes cry
Plunge in again, jump salty heap
Neptune’s draught, a chill drink deep
I lick the drops still on my face;
Brine and blue, the ocean taste.

The sun dips down; it’s time to go
But I’ll be back to see your show,
Hear the tales you weave and spin,
Taste your flavors yet again,
Snatch swift swells of salty air,
And tap the treasures you can share
Goodbye, Big Blue, my dear old friend....
Till summer glaze you once more lend.

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From "Hyacinths and Biscuits," copyright 2005 by the author. For more information, see link.

Story ID:	717
Written by:	Kristine L. (bio, link, contact, other stories)
Story type:	Poem
Location:	-- WA
Year:	2002