cronechronicler

Exploring the poetry of everyday life

Sea-scapades: Part One

on August 17, 2017

The ocean was quietly rolling
Wonderful day at the beach
Memory of past times beguiling
I walked straight into the surf

Confidant I could still do it
I waded still further  out
Wave one and wave two I maneuvered
Wave three was a total rout

I landed flat backwards and splashing
Legs waving high in the air
My son saw me flailing, gave me a hand
Eventually I was upright

I cannot describe my sadness
To face up to this simple loss
I’ve played in the water since childhood
Now I am like a beached whale.


14 responses to “Sea-scapades: Part One

  1. Dalo 2013 says:

    🙂 What a brilliant time you must have had ~ nothing quite as nice as time with the family, and a few hiccups to make everyone smile. This haiku has both the beauty of family fun as well as the realization we are not as young as we use to be 🙂

  2. Elan Mudrow says:

    I grew up swimming in the Columbia river. I used to swim out, somewhat close to large ships (not too close!) so I could catch their huge wake and bob up and down. Occasionally, I would run into a sandbar. It would scare me at first, thinking I had run into a river monster, but then I would stand up on the bar. From the shore, it must have looked like I was walking on water. At this point and time in life, though in my mind I can see myself swimming with no trouble, I’m smart not to go chasing ships.

    • vivachange77 says:

      Yes, that’s exactly it. As I watched the ocean my body remembered the countless times I had been swimming in the Atlantic and I had to try it again. I enjoyed reading about your swimming in the Columbia River. Thanks for your comment.

  3. Christy B says:

    I have very basic swimming skills – I can dog paddle and float on my back 🙂 Let’s go together and have fun collecting shells on the shore 🙂

  4. Things do change allot, don’t they? Lovely as always

  5. This one brings tears. I’ve always felt at home in the ocean, too. Since sixth grade when we moved from the Mojave desert (Ridgecrest) to the coast, and I saw her for the first time – and fell in love.

    • vivachange77 says:

      Yes, something wonderful about bodies of water. In the sixth grade I moved from Houston to a town in Mississippi located between two rivers.I fell in love with them.

      • One of my fondest memories is standing in a the Kalama River (Washington) fly fishing with my first dog, Cortana. There was a line of cars backed up on the street a quarter of a mile away. One truck driver honked and waved and shouted something encouraging to me. It was a magic feeling. The river created it, really.

  6. vivachange77 says:

    Sounds wonderful. 🙂

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