I am 9 and I live in Hawaii and I am drowning. I don't drown.
I am 11 and I am on a towel on the beach we call "Tracks" and I am imagining being all by myself on a deserted island. I never find the island.
I am 19 and in love and driving to catch the sunrise on the Jersey shore with the man I swear I will follow anywhere. I don't follow him for much longer.
I am 35 and about to become pregnant in two days and am driving to catch a sunset over a beach in Mexico with a different man I swear I will follow anywhere. I am still following him.
I am 38 and have two babies, one of whom I swing on the beach on my wedding day, and lose my wedding ring which has only been on my hand for mere hours and I will never find it. I do.
Time travelling. Thank you, OSI.
Feeling the rhythm
of perpetual motion.
Heartbeat and waves one.
12 comments:
So true.
Loved the photo.
ravens chase out thoughts from the mind
Lovely...and depth. Wonderful writing!
Deep felt memories, there.
Those kids keep you young! I tracked you most of the way through this. My episodics were a little different but similar in time and dreams which I didn't measure up to.
You wrote all this so precisely yet concise. I'd like to that but I amble.
--> I lived when a teen and wanted to die
--> dropped out of college
--> married young, lost wedding ring. I didn't care and was divorced a couple of years later
--> remaried--had a child at age 40--she kept us young--made me grandpa again last month
--> etc
Best wishes with living the rest of your life. Life is hard but it can be enjoyed. I mostly 'roll with the punches,' seems you do too.
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Jim's Little Blog with new Grand daughter pictures
your tale supports your poem so well. I love having they history that inspired this. Wonderful.
So beautifully told.
I just loved all those memories! Made me think of all the times I've been chasing down the sun on my beach outings.
Terrific tale - the haiku rocks!
Great haiku and story.
The kids look full of beans, yours or you and your sibs?
I enjoy the backstories you bring to your poems. Thanks for this gem.
This was such a pleasure to read. I felt myself getting misty eyed and all squishy inside.
Just lovely!
Yes you do find it. Beautiful!
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