On Saturday Zack and I took a little morning trip to the beach. I brought a picnic complete with a basket, a blanket, and beer. The Oregon coast brought its charm with waves crashing into rocks the size of houses, and caramel-colored sand dotted with black pebbles. And despite a chilling wind, the sky brought us some warmth with a bright, shining Springtime sun. It was lovely. As I have grown, I've developed a deep relationship with the sea as some tend to do. I decided to write a bit about it, and it turned into this poem below. Check it out.
"the sea"
hpd // 04.01.19
how it moves with confidence and rhythm, dressed in shades of sapphire and emerald, has held me captive, while it both roars and whispers a most attractive duality. powerful and dangerous, yet gorgeous and reassuring. stories of fantasy echo through a sense of mystery i can never quite name. at the same time, intimacy and connection drift across its surface like the familiar breaths of a lover. it remains haunted by catastrophe and war, but abundant in beauty, alive in the intricacies of its ecology. it sings of joy and sadness, while ceaselessly painting a reflection of the human psyche, wave after wave, brushstroke after brushstroke, saturating the sand from light to dark, dark to light.
Keep peace and keep creating,
Parker <3
