Linda Conroy
Ode to the Ocean
(a Ghazal)
Wanting inspiration, I'm walking in the water
knowing ripples bring new sightings by the sea.
Striding, stretching, loping on a storm-filled shore
I find treasure, blown and strewn, reuniting by the sea.
In the mystery of what might appear, I find that
random clutter can become exciting by the sea.
Sodden logs, torn tattered rope, so many shells,
gulls' feathers fly in a wind still biting by the sea.
Soon clouds shuffle, thin and spread, show blue
through rents. The sky is lightening by the sea.
I lose my driven self, my urge to seek exhilaration,
as contentment soaks ideas still jousting, by the sea.
I wander where the seaweed straggles, outlining curves
and follow with a toe, my name, in writing by the sea.
Bio
Linda Conroy is a retired social worker who likes to write poetry that portrays the simplicity and complexity of the natural world and of behaviors that make us human. She enjoys the challenge of writing short poems. She is the author of two poetry collections, Ordinary Signs, and Familiar Sky.