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Whispering Waves



The tide is out, rocks exposed, unclothed;

White whispering waves catch the first rays of the sun

As they run back and forth on silken sands.

Pools, left behind between rock spaces,

Shine like mirrors’ smooth faces,

Tranquil, serene…

Softly murmuring swells draw errant curls

Like a magnet into the main mass

And the sun slowly climbs, birthing a new day

While the tide gently turns to wash our steps away

As if we’d never been…


©Denise G Allen, 18 March 2013 05:29

Author: adeeyoyo

I am a middle-aged South African woman, living in Johannesburg. I began writing poetry towards the end of May 2010. I love animals – sometimes more than people! I am back after a break. Thanks for still being here, if you are! Missed you! xxx

18 thoughts on “Whispering Waves

  1. I picture the beach and the rocks… lovely.. even could hear the sounds of the waves…


  2. perhaps it is for the best our footprints pass on at the beach you know…perhaps there is something to that…smiles..i love the beach….cant wait to return…


  3. And the sun … birthing a new day. Love this.
    blessings ~ maxi


  4. I can almost smell the salty air, as I view the remains of the waves left behind, between the rocks, waiting for another returning wave to take it home again.. Nice job Denise thank you for sharing that with us..


  5. I loved this Denise. “Rocks unclothed” is so descriptive.
    This takes me back to the sea, although I live 100 miles away.
    Thank you


  6. I miss being near the sea, and the sound of the waves…


  7. Absolutely beautiful…I’d like to visit the sea again too.


  8. I just love the water.. thank you for the interlude today.


  9. The imagery put me right there. Ooops. My shoes got wet.


  10. Oops, oh dear, so sorry Carl! 😉


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