I am oceanically mesmerized.
Sitting on rippled sand,
slowly sifting granules
through my fingers
through my toes.
Waves splash, crash,
dash against shoreline’s rugged rocks.
Salty spray, misty on my skin,
lost in thought,
time labors not.
I stand, then saunter farther down shore.
Discover limestone formations,
arced frame through which I stare.
Architecturally designed by nature,
window open to bluest of blue seas.
This is Bermuda,
beautiful indeed.
Written for MTB (Meet the Bar) Thursday at dVerse, the virtual pub for poets around the world. Today Peter is hosting and asks that we consider and emphasize sound in our poem. For example, we can use onomatopoeia (the word sounds like the object described); alliteration (repetition of consonants); rhyme; and rhythm.
Photo taken four years ago when we wintered in St. George, Bermuda. No photo-shopping in second photo. The water is truly those amazing colors!
lillian the home poet 
Oh to go there and enjoy these sights, sounds, smells and touches now! Thank you for this vicarious visit!
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So beautifully penned. ❤
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I love how you describe the sound of the sea… the colors are amazing and yet the sea is still so very fierce…
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Mn, wish I was there now! Well done.
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I suppose having prompted poems on sound, I could expect to have to write onomatopoeia a few times – but here I am listening to those wonderful sea sounds, running my fingers through the sand and feeling the sun on my face completely transported by this sensual sensuous gem – I think I’ll just say thank you.
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Not as beautiful as your poem, Lillian! 💝 Love this 😀
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I’m a mountain man, not an ocean guy (which is why My Beloved Sandra and I sometimes take separate vacations) but I gotta say: You rocked this piece so perfectly I was almost there with you and actually enjoying it. Great stuff, Lillian.
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My wife is the sea spirit; like Rob, I am grounded in foothills and mountain slopes, hearing the wind sing angelic tunes, and feeling at one with the earth. I also, now, adore the ocean, our first home. I really enjoyed your sibilant sharing and wonderful photos.
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wonderful verbal paintbrush that brings the photos to life. A gorgeous location and imagining how blissful to be there, feeling the mist and hearing the water.
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I know very little about Bermuda and haven’t seen many pictures, but it looks beautiful, Lill, the sea is so blue and wild. You’ve captured that in your gorgeously sensual poem. I could feel the sand, hear the waves, especially with the alliteration in the lines:
‘Waves splash, crash,
dash against shoreline’s rugged rocks.’
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All those s-sounds, so beautifully crafted – it’s like the sea hissing on hot-sunbaked rocks. Well done, Lillian.
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Beautifully done Lillian! I could hear the waves and the roar of the ocean against the rocks.
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I felt lazy in the first verse, energised by the second, intrigued by the third.
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Beautifully penned picture of tranquility, Lillian, and the photos complement the peace and beauty you describe perfectly.
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Beautifully and artfully done! *face with heart eyes*
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Very beautiful indeed
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Nicely done. The “S” sounds throughout accentuate the sound of the sea.
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The sea sounds are wonderful, as are the photos. Felt like I was there!
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