seaside ministrations

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I love to use natural imagery in my poetry for several reasons….

  1. The oft times sheer beauty (or ugliness) it conveys
  2. The specific sense of place it communicates to better inform the poem
  3. The personification of nature to reveal deeper human emotions
  4. The symbolic, allegorical, or metaphorical connection to the narrator

As I have looked back over the hundreds of poems I have written, I find myself drawn (a lot) to the ocean, especially scenes set seaside.

This week’s poem meets our narrator seaside on a rather blustery February day.

I look forward to hearing your thoughts on what ensues from there, the role nature plays in this poem, and/or how the poem resonates with you emotionally.

As always, please feel free to leave your reactions in the Comments Section below.

-PS Conway ☘️ ☘️ ☘️

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seaside ministrations

bundled warm and dry midst the juniper

subtle scents of pine and lavender blend

to blunt the violence of raging surf

and the winds that lament with banshee song

first days of February, tides carry

reminders of winter’s devastations

flotsam mottles waves

snowflakes cascade white

blur the aplomb of the horizon line

springtide seems so far away, here amongst

the rocks and sand, no driftwood dry enough

to light a fire

no reeds to weave a holy rood

nor to silence the dogged banshee keen

the poet has denied these soft suicides

of the mind many times before, seeking

seaside ministrations to mollify

the ebb inside a soul yearning for love

13 comments

  1. A poem about the ocean so emotive, what’s not to love.
    Strangely, I am spending two week beside the sea in Dorset uk just now.
    The image is rather different from the one you describe ….
    The scent of fish and chips
    children laughing dogs barking.
    Seaweed hiding shells and plastic.
    Waves high, man surfing…
    I preferred your scenario but the ocean brings joy wherever.
    I enjoyed this poem very much, as always 🙏

    1. Cheers, Sandie. The ocean is a constant source of inspiration, isn’t it? I love your description of your current seaside retreat… I could taste it and smell it. Wonderful! 🙏🏻🍷🌹👏🏻 🌊✨

      1. I always go down to the seaside when I’m sad or confused or looking for meaning in my life. There is no denying the mystery there, which somehow mirrors our soul searching. Great poem Pat.

  2. The poet keeps all these alive… Words, his heart, his emotions. A soft soul, only a poet.
    Beautifully written PS

  3. Hwy 1, Cambria to Ragged point, high surf eating cliffs, elephant seal pups without safe havens,decrease in tourists from San Francisco allows locals quiet access to view ocean debris beating and eating coastline . Visions of tomorrows low tide and amazing display of tossed and ravaged sea life feeding waiting birds of prey.

  4. Perfect description of our feelings during our long winters here in Upstate New York, thank you for taking the time to share this, PS 😊💕👍

      1. I take the ending to mean that poetry forces us to think about all the darkness of life and death instead of escaping into the sea, either physically or emotionally.
        Very thought provoking Pat. Love it!

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