How do you maximize your vacation on the day you fly out? Head to beach at the crack of dawn! The beauty of Hawaii is that the morning is warm and the beach pretty empty—perfect for that last dip in the cool blues of the sea.
And then 5 hours in the air gives quiet time for composing poetry. I’m not sure I quite got to any particular point…but maybe that is what poetry is all about. I followed the words, letting them lead me.
Day 12:
Water Blues
In the crack before dawn
morning rises fresh and new
dark becoming blue that
beckons us outdoors.
Breezes whisper nature’s secrets
in our ears
telling stories of
blow holes
and green shelled turtles
that give us reason to smile
and care.
Raindrops caress our faces
smoothing out the creases
of worry
carrying them deep
into the sea.
Stepping into the not-quite-warm
waters
where blue cools
concerns that churn
under the surface
splashing up waves
of frothy salty foam, intricate as lace.
Our eyes follow the lacy white
into a spectrum of blues:
the palest dance
along the surface
pirouetting into fine mist
keeping the air soft and moist
the darkest dive
deep
swirling with all the waters
through the ages.
Stories rise up
taking us on travels
through time and space
that skip and play like children
delighting in the unexpected
and wondrous.
Variations of blue
like a symphony
of sound and color
sing out
painting rhythms
on worry
sculpting melody
into hope
listen with all your senses
and you’ll hear the possibilities
as the sea performs
the water blues.
Thinking Through My Lens 
I’m not longer
listening
for chords,
only rhythm
and melody —
the slow tug
of the flatted
fifths and snare
drum rolling into
cymbal crash –
the lull of the
seagulls singing:
the blues arrive
as more than color;
the blues arrive
as sound
— Kevin
I love that our poems are like companion pieces…”the blues arrive as more than color..” Thanks so much for stopping by and dropping off a poem to hang out with mine!
Enjoying the poetic inspiration I am getting from you, too
Oh, I love those opening lines, Kim. “In the crack before dawn/morning rises fresh and new.” I’m glad you eked out every moment of pleasure on your vacation and shared some of it with us.Your poem is such a sensory delight–the symphony of the sea.
Thanks Molly! Many hours of quiet time on the plane gave me time to play around. I appreciate your comments!
I could see myself here:
“splashing up waves
of frothy salty foam, intricate as lace.
Our eyes follow the lacy white
into a spectrum of blues” —
that frisk and flow
between my toes,
tickling a memory
of long ago
giggles
while racing,
stamping
each
flow.