Yearning

Jim, another beautiful poem, full of images. I can smell the salt in the air!

Thank you, April. A mere snippet of a poem to be sure, but it wouldn't leave my thoughts 'til I committed it to paper.

always following to read your poems, wheather be snippet or of great length:)

You have a beautiful way with words, Jim.

The sounds of waves crashing is awesome..wonderful imagery.

And a ship to sail her by. Nice poem.

Thanks for sharing your poem Jim

Love it, Jim. Made me wish I was there....at my favorite place...the ocean

I echo Cheryl. Jim, your poem makes me yearn for it right now. There's no other place like it.

An inspiring poem, Jim. Your writing about the sea makes me wonder if you have lived by the sea, or earned your living at sea in the past. I used to live by the sea in Port Hueneme, CA. When I was unhappy I ran on the beach by moonlight. The sound of the crashing waves was soothing.

Beautiful. Could it be nostalgia, Jim?

Thank you, Virginia.

Hi, Juniper. Your image Water on Rocks inspired the poem. I am indebted to your creative photography. Thank you for that and your compliments.

Thank you, Martha. That is nice to hear.

Hi, Lynn--I can't get away from the ocean for long; it's power and beauty draws me back repeatedly.

Of course, Terry. Large ship or skiff--as long as it's seaworthy. Thank you.

My pleasure, Larry.

Your poems by the sea are favorites of mine, Cheryl--and for the same reason. Thank you for that.

I agree with you completely, Laurie. Thank you.

I've done the same thing further north on the same coast, Ruth. To be soothed in the face of all that power seems a strange dichotomy, but it is SO true. To answer your question: with the exception of plying Pacific waves with the Marine Corps and scuba diving waters from Crescent City to San Diego I have never earned a living at sea. Nevertheless it is a great love of my life.

Definitely, Shawn. I meant every word in the poem. Whenever I'm away from the sea for long I find myself thinking about it. Thank you for the wonderful compliment.

Beautiful!

Thank you, Debbie.

lovely

Thank you, Carol.

very nice

As I love the sea so much , I couldn't help not to read it twice !
thank you and 10 stars
love and light

Hi, Marinela--I'm glad you like it. Thank you for the stars.

You have the true heart of a sailor Jim; wander lust and longing for your home by the sea all bound up together. I love this one

Thank you, Amy. Have a blast.

A super place, David. Thank you.

Great, Atticus, I'm glad it struck a chord. The pull to the sea can be mighty strong at times.

Some day Jim, I shall tell you about my boat and how I grew up on an island in a harbour and how your peotry takes me back so I can hear the mournful cry of the fog horn. Moya

May that day come soon, Moya. I'd love to absorb that story.

Absolutely beautiful Jim. One of your best.

It came from somewhere deep, Stephen; it found me and demanded attention. Thank you.

Has that wild eyed stunned joy of a sea shanty, with its deep rhyme, and satisfies the senses in an instant.

Thank you, John. "Stunned" makes it for me. A fleeting glance at some roiling waves in a photograph, an even quicker scan down a shadowy block of skyscrapers, and my soul cried that I to protest this affection for the ocean--vivid and simple. I truly appreciate your insights, John.

May mermaids greet you in your dreams forever...this poem has created lovely waves cresting in my morning. Thank you.

Short and salty. Delicious.

My pleasure, Laura. I'm glad you like it.

Thank you, Raquel. I appreciate that.

You are clearly an old salt. I too, love the brine.

Jibe ho! Thanks for the nice comment, Jan.

you look like your poem! hope that came out right.

Thank you, Katheryn. I guess some of the briny rubbed off on my collar.