Symphony Of Sensations

For some, it’s about suntanning. For me, the seaside compels me to listen and feel my existence. The birds, the breeze, the nature I sense all around have their pitch‑perfect tempos. The universe is alive with meaning, and if you tune yourself to it, you can feel its music in your own heartbeat. But music does not feel, we do. Life feels, and so life becomes the source of meaning in the seemingly indifferent universe. Whatever lies beyond is keeping its curtains closed and its keys hidden. This, along with the Poets and Storytellers United prompts, "teeth, hammer and blooms" inspires my poem as I swing from being the snowman whose season is over still lingering, to an eagle flying.

   

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Words Have Wings

"From the wide window towards the granite shore/The white sails still fly seaward, seaward flying/ Unbroken wings ..." - from Ash Wednesday by T.S. Eliot

    

The Ocean Park Hall that opened in 1926 was the perfect place to celebrate its 100-year-history this June. Outside were games, food and face painting. Inside, grainy photos were on display of days gone by, including of the original post office. Deemed the world's smallest at the time, the six foot by six foot building made it into Ripley's Believe It Or Not!. Nowadays, most messages are sent electronically on keyboards and hand written letters in the mail seem a luxury. My poem (at bottom) is an ode to the hand written letter, inspired in part by the Poets and Storytellers United prompt, the quote by T.S. Eliot, reminding that words have wings though they travel by different means and that even Eliot preferred a typewriter in the early 1900's to ink and pen.

       

For clarity, above and below are digital reproductions of faded black/white photos. Mail arrived to the Ocean Park community via the railway by the shore and carried uphill.

   

My poem in flowery font is from the heart, although not written by hand on paper.

Explore more at Poets and Storytellers United, SKYWATCH and Saturday's Critters. 

Check out my sites: Postcards from Penelope Puddle and Musings of A Puddlist In B.C.

Because the state of our planet is the most pressing issue of our time, link up and learn about the  Intergovernmental Panel on Climate Change (IPCC) Report and watch environmental activist, 90-year-old David Suzuki, in an interview.

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