Diving In: A Poem
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I breathed the salty air into my nostrils
I kicked a cracked shell with my tired feet
It was hard to inhale; my lungs weren't pumping full
I couldn't find a purpose, the past result was only defeat
Then when I could take no more miserable musings, I lifted my head
I gazed aghast at a horizon filled with a reflective, bejeweled sea
It was then that I pondered the former life that I had led
I knew in my heart that following my own desires was not the way to be
I realized in that moment that there was a higher purpose in my life
He wanted me to be distinct, to do something for the good of all
I had been so focused on my own pleasure and my own strife
I had not heeded His will; not obeyed His divine call
As I stared out at the majestic sea of rolling waves,
I knew that I had to push aside the selfishness in my soul
Anything that I wanted was fruitless, temporary craves
And it was at that moment that I let God seep in and take control...
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Thanks, Sunshine625! :)
In faith, such deep impressions of Creation lead to the Creator, right?
Correct :)
Anyway the photo makes the reader want to walk into the ocean...
Then it did its job. lol
Yes, well it sort of says, just pull off your pants and wade in (if the person is wearing swimming shorts or a triangle of course). The blue water is so inviting.
PS: maybe the blue in the picture has been enhanced digitally...
It probably has been enhanced some. It looks more like pool water lol.
I just noticed the inhaling reference again; a bit of a recurring theme in your work, maybe?
Perhaps; I guess I like to compare spiritual living with breathing for some reason.
You've mentioned 'inhaling' and 'exhaling' quite a lot, anyway, in your poems.
It's an effective figure of speech, in any case.
Blessings.
Thanks! I guess I enjoyed it so much that I didn't realize I was using it in several poems.
YW.
Something I noticed, anyway.
I guess smokers would say it's something that they savor doing, too (but not everyone wants to try this).
Blessings.
I meant it as a metaphor for breathing not for smoking, but anyone is free to interpret my writing as they wish.
Oh well; maybe there are some smokers out there who, as they read your poem will be getting their nicotine stimulus :).
Actually, looking again at your poem closely, it does also mention 'pumping' and 'craves', which are very much part of the smoking man or woman's vocabulary.
(Interesting.)
Blessings.
Haha; 'nicotine stimulus': that's quite funny.
That's interesting; I didn't mean to make that metaphor at all. lol
Well, it's what happens. :)
Especially if the man or woman drags twice in succession (double pumping) before exhaling.
But I realize you didn't have this primarily in mind.
Blessings.
Well, thanks for sharing anyway.
YW. I guess your mom wouldn't want you trying it anywhere around the house, even if you were inclined to, which I don't think you are.
Blessings.
Lol I'm not inclined to do so, but she definitely wouldn't want me to do it in the house!
...unless she happen to be accustomed to doing it herself; then she's be okay with others doing it. (Funny how this works.)
Same with lots of stuff, between moms and daughters/sons.
Blessings.
PS: I'm not suggesting your mom does want to smoke! just commenting on the order in which things seems to happen between moms and their families. Blessings.
Yes, you make sense.
Sunshine625 Level 8 Commenter 9 months ago
Serene, spectacular poem and photo!