Wednesday, December 27, 2006

Grasping Agonies


Pebbles and Shells
Originally uploaded by Britta's world of photos.



A walk, which stretches our feet
Walking along skirts of waves
A long path
Taking us many miles
Towards open land
That holds no barricades
Just dunes of sands
Between the ocean and us
Seems like an infinite path
That connects with the sky
While we drift in this long shore
The ocean seeks comfort
Pouring stories within tides
Of shells abandonment
Those seek refuge between sands
Tinny pebbles in color fading
Once were under the ocean
Blushed in various color gloss
Now scattered in the sands
Longing to retrieve their shine
While their burning under the sun
Yet they long to be taken back
Towards the ocean
Just like us
Wanting to free our soul
Towards the heart of ocean
To dive into its womb
In hypnosis of oceanic silence
The transformation
Being lighter than our soul
To remain in its water
Yet not waiting to resurface
Away for oceanic womb
As we awake
Grasping all agonies
Of pebbles and shells

Copyright Nasra Al Adawi 2006

I was surfing into some poetry website and read this amazing poem by Simon Armitage about walking on shore. The above poem was a reflection of reading Simon Armitage poem.

I would like to exend my apperciation to all my blog friends for their words in which keeps me going on with writing... Your comments in deed had pushed me forward

The photo above belongs to Britta Koch posted in flickr.com. Many thanks for this photo. Do click on the photo to see other collection.

11 Comments:

Blogger iamnasra said...

The Stone Beach


Simon Armitage



A walk, not more than a mile
along the barricade of land
between the ocean and the grey lagoon.
Six of us, hand in hand,
connected by blood. Underfoot
a billion stones and pebbles -
new potatoes, mint imperials,
the eggs of birds -

each rock more infinitely formed
than anything we own.
Spoilt for choice - which one to throw,
which to pocket and take home.

The present tense, although
some angle of the sun, some slant of light
back-dates us thirty years.
Home-movie. Super 8.

Seaweed in ropes and rags.
The weightless, empty armour
of a crab. A jawbone, bleached
and blasted, manages a smile.

Long-shore-drift,
the ocean sorts and sifts,
giving with this, getting back
with the next.

A sailboat thinks itself
across the bay.
Susan, nursing a thought of her own
unthreads and threads

the middle button of her coat.
Disturbed,
a colony of nesting terns
makes one full circle of the world

then drops.
But the beach, full of itself,
each round of rock
no smaller than a bottle top,

no bigger than a nephew's fist.
One minute more, as Jonathan, three, autistic,
hypnotised by flight and fall,
picks one more shape

and under-arms the last wish of the day -
look, like a stone - into the next wave.

· From The Universal Home Doctor by Simon Armitage

11:44 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Simply lovely word images, Nasra.

1:46 PM  
Blogger "Angeldust" said...

Fascinating how some of us can connect to the ocean and the feelings it brings up in us...

Love the photo.

Love, joy and laughter

7:06 PM  
Blogger twh said...

..."whether a you or a me, it's always ourselves we find at the sea" e.e. cummings

i miss the sea. thank you for coming by as often as you did nasra. it's nice to know that some one out there missed my voice.

teresa

8:02 PM  
Anonymous black tulip said...

Hi Nasra, how have u been? Happy New Year to u too! :)

10:18 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

beautiful expression and conceptualisation. specially
"As we awake
Grasping all agonies
Of pebbles and shells"

loved it!

12:40 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

A beautiful piece for emotional healing.......releasing in readiness for the new energies beckoning

5:53 AM  
Anonymous gel said...

Hi Nasra,
I enjoyed your reflective poem so much. I adore the beach: all of it, the light, the sand, the water, the smells, the air, the breezes. Stones worn smooth by the ocean's tears and joys are so special as are the beautiful shells.

8:25 AM  
Blogger samuru999 said...

Very lovely!
The words of your poem...
and the photo

Wishing you a beutiful new year!

Margie

11:55 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

The photo is amazing and so is the poem! It reminds me of things that come and go in our lives, and some things that we try to hold on to (in whatever way, shape, form or fashion).

12:07 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Between the ocean and us
Seems like an infinite path
That connects with the sky
While we drift in this long shore
The ocean seeks comfort
Pouring stories within tides
Of shells abandonmen

A mighty pen my friend...great images...truly great!

8:22 PM  

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