Ode to Bermuda

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!

18 thoughts on “Ode to Bermuda

  1. Nancy Jahnke October 22, 2020 / 3:25 pm

    Oh to go there and enjoy these sights, sounds, smells and touches now! Thank you for this vicarious visit!

    Sent from my iPhone



  2. Lucy October 22, 2020 / 3:45 pm

    So beautifully penned. ❤


  3. Björn Rudberg (brudberg) October 22, 2020 / 3:45 pm

    I love how you describe the sound of the sea… the colors are amazing and yet the sea is still so very fierce…


  4. Francis October 22, 2020 / 4:04 pm

    Mn, wish I was there now! Well done.


  5. peterfrankiswrites October 22, 2020 / 4:49 pm

    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.


  6. sanaarizvi October 22, 2020 / 5:01 pm

    Not as beautiful as your poem, Lillian! 💝 Love this 😀


  7. Ron. October 22, 2020 / 5:17 pm

    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.


  8. Glenn A. Buttkus October 22, 2020 / 5:56 pm

    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.


  9. msjadeli October 22, 2020 / 6:43 pm

    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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  10. kim881 October 23, 2020 / 2:26 am

    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.’

    Liked by 1 person

  11. Misky October 23, 2020 / 7:10 am

    All those s-sounds, so beautifully crafted – it’s like the sea hissing on hot-sunbaked rocks. Well done, Lillian.

    Liked by 1 person

  12. rothpoetry October 23, 2020 / 10:14 am

    Beautifully done Lillian! I could hear the waves and the roar of the ocean against the rocks.

    Liked by 1 person

  13. Dora October 23, 2020 / 11:38 am

    Beautifully penned picture of tranquility, Lillian, and the photos complement the peace and beauty you describe perfectly.

    Liked by 1 person

  14. rivrvlogr October 26, 2020 / 1:29 pm

    Nicely done. The “S” sounds throughout accentuate the sound of the sea.

    Liked by 1 person

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