Waves rock-crash, cast up the salted-air, sparkling
colored ribbons for the nereids’ hair.
The sea god’s breath flows in and out
the fish-scale clouds scatter about
our dreams
rising on gulls’ wings, our hopes dolphin-leap
under the heron-blue sky,
and dance to ocean’s susurration.
A quadrille for dVerse. The prompt word is salt
Yesterday and today: Merril's historical musings 
Boy, that was fast!
And I love it. I want to listen to the susurration of the sea right now. The warm one…
Thank you. Yes, even here the ocean would be pretty cold. Though I still enjoyed walking there for my birthday in December.
dVerse hosts get the prompt in advance–not that I usually write them before, but sometimes I do.
Oh, for sure. It is lovely to walk along, no matter the season.
And I know. (Lisa told me) I am just teasing 😉
I’m always amazed when people who don’t get the prompt in advance post one right away. I re-wrote this one several times. 😅
I have written mine (shock!) but am playing with it (in my head) as I search for the proper photo and try to work at the same time… 😅🤪
Hahaha. I won’t tell. 😏
Shhh… I don’t know what you’re talking about…
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This just leaves me longing for summer.
Thank you. 😊
“ocean’s susurration.” – excellent! I must remember that one next time I need to rhyme an ocean. You conjured all that lovely sea-salt air here too
Thank you so much, Laura.
A near rhyme, but I just liked the sound.
So lovely to think of “fish-scale clouds” while listening to the waves. Really liked this!
Thank you so much!
What a GORGEOUS, salty ride this is! Like coasting a poetic wave. Love it, Merril.
Oh! Thank you so much. That’s such a lovely comment, De! 💙
Luv all the colour and motion and the classical mood of your quadrille
Happy Monday
Much love…
Thank you very much, Gillena. 💙
From Aphrodite’s skin to ‘nereids’ hair’ – it looks like our muses are in tune again Merril 💙
I thought that when I read yours, too! 💙
THAT poetry I can hear!…with that lovely last whisper….
Thank you so much, Ain! 😊
It really does feel like your poem was a wave rolling in..
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Watching waves crashing into rocks is transformative in itself – then you weave other elements of the sea. Well done!
Thank you very much, Frank!
Wonderful images in your poem Merril. I love the fish-scaled clouds.
Thank you so much, Dwight!
You are welcome!
My favorite location, beautifully rendered with your words. (K)
Thank you so much, Kerfe!
Beautiful imagery you created Merril! 💖
Cindy–thank you so much. I just discovered that there are several comments of yours in my spam folder. If you’re wondering why I didn’t respond, that’s why!
This is amazing, Merril, but, truth be told, you had me at “nereids” ~ I love that reference to mythology! 😀
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David
Thank you so much, David! 💙 I’m pleased you thought so. It was a vivid image in my mind.
I came Merril, I read, great work my friend — but I am not well. Be back soon.
I saw you’ve been making the rounds. Hope you feel better soon, Rob.
I really like the descriptions here. Fish-scale clouds is perfect.
Thank you so much, D.!
I love the images. I think you could take this and make a longer, different poem out of it. The word limit doesn’t do it justice. It’s what I thought about my poem, so naturally…
Thank you. It’s funny (or not), but that’s exactly what I was thinking yesterday, too. I think I’ll give it a few days, and come back to it.
We hear the same things, probably 🙂
Probably. 😊
Beautiful! I loved this metaphor to our dreams 😀
Thank you very much! 😊
Oh, you made my landlocked heart long for ” ocean’s susurration”! Love this salty verse. 💙
Thank you so much! I’m so pleased!
Ah, my favorite beach – Ocean City NJ. Each time I’m there I listen for that susurration (and you’re the one who taught me that word, btw). And yes, as you say so poetically, I search for that leaping hope where dreams will come alive.
I’m pleased I used a photo of your favorite a beach and also that I taught you a word! Thank you for your kind words, Pam!
what a delightful use of nouns to describe your salty vision!
Thank you! 😊
Have you been inside my head? Your poem is six-year-old me on the beach at Cape Elizabeth. Thank you calling back that memory!
Thank you, Liz! Your comment made me laugh. I’m glad my words brought you a happy memory! 💙
You’re welcome, Merril!
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Beautiful words 💕
Thank you!
Felt my dreams rising on gulls’ wings and my hopes taking dolphin-leap under a heron -blue sky, dancing to ocean’s susurration! Amazing write!
Thank you very much! 😊
Yep, I was there too on the wave crash, the dolphin leap, the heron blue sky … thanks Merril, lovely!
Thank you very much, Susan! 😊
Beautiful…both the photo, and the poem!!!
Thank you very much, Linda!
even the tern must learn
gull darn it!
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reminded me of david benoit. his first cd had gulls. and jazz from la.
funny where the mind goes
oh my mind is deep and wide.
i am making changes rearranging. i must strive to keep in mind that others have feelings too. all too familiar is this similar feeling of sundry awkwardness. but you provided the gist of what is now known as ghosts in the machine. sorry sting!
“fish-scale”
“gulls’ wings”
“dolphin-leap”
“heron-blue sky”
All of these add a nice character to this.
Thank you, Ken.
Waves rock-crash, cast up the salted-air, sparkling
colored ribbons for the nereids’ hair.
It is so colourful Merril, right from the opening!
Hank
Thank you very much, Hank!
The punctuation and line breaks do /so much work/ here. I love the flow and rhythm of this, it completely takes you out of the words, in the best way of good poems.
What a lovely comment! Thank you so much, Xan!
The nereids are the mermaids.
Your words are mermaids in my sea garden.
Thank you!
Thank you, Resa! 😀