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July 15thLet’s explore tides today. Their presence is almost required for a day of fun at the beach. Be it a high tide or low tide, don’t hide your muse and refuse to get your feet wet. Write your tide poem. (And yes, if you wish to honor laundry detergent, I’m not stopping you!)



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207 thoughts on “LIFE IS A BEACH – TIDES

  1. All the people who wrote Sestinas yesterday inspired me to write one of my own. 🙂

    The Tide Is A Song (Sestina)

    The rise and the fall of the tide
    Will go on forever, like time,
    The rising and setting of moon
    And sun, and the waves in the sea;
    The horizon, the strains of song,
    And the sound of pen on paper;

    No poet can put on paper
    The ins and the outs of the tide,
    Or explain in verse or in song
    This mystery that’s baffled time,
    That’s drawn its beauty from the sea
    And the silver pull of the moon;

    It listens only to the moon,
    Brighter and whiter than paper;
    But always in the gray-blue sea,
    The steady rhythm of the tide,
    Has always since the dawn of time,
    Found the sweet music of its song;

    The wistful, longing, pretty song
    Reflects the shimmer of the moon,
    Catches wisdom and strength of time,
    And keeps them, like words on paper,
    In the rise and fall of the tide
    And the gray and blue of the sea;

    Always on the edge of the sea,
    This haunting, sad, sweet little song,
    Will come in and out with the tide,
    Interact with light from the moon,
    Memorized, no need for paper,
    The tide’s known this song all the time;

    The tide’s known this song all the time,
    It’s kept it safely in the sea,
    Safer even than on paper,
    Cause paper gets lost, but this song
    Is held by the silvery moon
    And nurtured by the blue-gray sea;

    All time is captured in the tide,
    Like words on paper, and the moon
    And sea are keepers of the song.

    © Copyright Erin Kay Hope – 2013

  2. DebiSwim on said:

    Tidal Waves

    It’s not anger
    Or bitterness
    Nor the sour
    Acidic taste
    Of sharp regret
    That troubles me.
    It’s not misery
    smudging my world
    Nor loneliness
    shadowing my heart.
    Feelings don’t rule my day
    I’ve whittled them down
    To humdrum
    Remote… removed…
    Alienated from joy
    This ennui of life
    Is eroding my soul.

    Life, oh, joyful,
    lovely, lilting, life,
    I’m lifted on currents
    wild and swift
    ever up, ever higher,
    higher, is there a top?
    I feel I could cry
    with the exquisite
    sweetness of ethereal
    skies, oceans, rain,
    plumage, everything
    is rimmed with angel
    music, distant, delicate,
    tatted lace yellowed
    with the tides of time.
    Oh, how I long
    for some equilibrium.

  3. An Ocean in Motion

    Tides rise
    Tides fall
    Once, I had a close call
    Barely getting back to land
    From the rock on which I tanned
    Tide’s out
    Tide’s in
    Couldn’t see where I had been
    Rock was swiftly four feet under
    Adolescent reckless blunder
    Tides come
    Tides go
    Don’t get caught in undertow
    When you’re playing at the ocean
    Pay attention to its motion.

    © Copyright Marie Elena Good – 2013

  4. Marie Elena on said:

    I’ve re-joined Walt at our original shared blog, “Across the Lake, Eerily.” My first day back was Saturday the 13th, and the poem I wrote just happens to be “Waltz of Poetic Tides.” If you are interested in checking out our blog, here is the url: http://aleerily.wordpress.com/2013/07/13/waltz-of-poetic-tides/


    She arrives on an opposing shore
    Welcomed as home
    And recognized as family.
    Her eyes survey the distance
    That is both extensive
    And wholly irrelevant;
    For she has learned the mystery
    Of never meeting face-to-face,
    Always seeing eye-to-eye,
    And relishing the waltz.

    • William Preston on said:

      Wow. This is wonderful. I especially like “… never meeting face-to-face, always seeing eye-to-eye.” Apparently there’s some history I don’t know connected with that other forum. I love the “eerily” pun.

    • William Preston on said:


      This great lake
      cannot forsake
      the very best of friends:
      the kind whose minds and hearts are one;
      who leave no grace or good undone;
      whose friendship never ends,
      for each can see,
      though distantly,
      the other’s trials and trends.

      I’m being presumptuous, but I wanted to share this. I’ve read a bit of your other forum and looked up where you each live (Walt mentioned Maumee and I think Walt has some connection with Cheektowaga), so i see you’re basically at the extreme ends of Lake Erie. Your friendship is palpable in your words. Anyway, the above piece came to me. The form is supposed to be a “ranivilla,” or so someone said to me once. I’ve never seen it described anywhere, though.

      • DebiSwim on said:

        Nice tribute, William, to a rare kind of friendship that lives in the lines of poetry.

      • True William. If you look at the cigar-shape of Erie, Marie and I live at the very tips of the lake. We have found that our upbringing and lives are “eerily” similar with many episodes showing an almost cosmic connection.

        You nailed the concept of Across the Lake, Eerily. We ceased our joint commitment to focus on POETIC BLOOMINGS (although I had kept it on “life support” under various name changes. (Across the Lake, Silently, or Eerily Silent) It is time to resurrect our roots and relish this connection. The Prodigal Poet returns; fatted calves beware!

      • Marie Elena on said:

        Ohmigosh, how sweet you are!! Thank you so much, William. So, so much!

    • Oh, this is sweet, Marie!

    • Lovely Marie! I love that same line William quoted – so perfect.

    • Marjory MT on said:

      Fun Memories – Now I must run and catch my day. Back for more later..

    • Love this!! “Welcomed as home and recognized as family…”such a beautiful thing. :)’s and so glad you’re both back there again.

    • Henrietta Choplin on said:

      and… such a Lovely title!!!

  5. William Preston on said:


    Tide in, tide out,
    life swims about,
    contained within
    one small rock bin.

    One cannot flout
    tide in, tide out:
    life’s thread wears thin
    herein, akin

    to old, worn skin.
    Yet, life will win:
    tide in, tide out,
    life still has clout.

    Like yang and yin,
    life’s pause and spin
    persists through doubt
    tide in, tide out.

  6. William Preston on said:


    I dream,
    and then I rue,
    for little do I do.
    I’d best start participating
    for time and tide aren’t waiting

    copyright 2013, William Preston

  7. William Preston on said:


    Her bleached bones rise from the sand.
    Why do ships and whales
    come ashore?

    copyright 2013, William Preston

  8. William Preston on said:


    When air and tide
    conspire just right,
    the place is quite
    the sound and sight:

    it roars and splashes
    one needs galoshes,
    as though at sea.

    But when the tide
    has gone far out,
    those caves and rocks
    all lose their clout

    for then the sound
    is soft as mulch:
    this hole becomes
    a gurgle gulch.

    copyright 2013, William Preston

  9. Soothing the Soul

    The rhythmic rolling
    of the tides
    soothes my lonely soul,
    filling me
    with a peace inside
    of which
    I will not let go.

    The rhythmic rolling
    of the tides
    makes me feel a part,
    of something
    bigger than myself,
    it fills
    my lonely, little heart.

    The rhythmic rolling
    of the tides
    answers her beck and call,
    Mother Nature
    knows the best cure for
    lonely hearts
    is to slowly breach the wall.

    The rhythmic rolling
    of the tides
    simply soothes my soul.

  10. Marjory MT on said:

    Kyrielle (8 beats per line
    AaaB ccbB ddbB AB)

    Psalm 104: 5a, 6a

    The tide chases after the moon,
    relentless and melodious tune
    is played out steadily as planned
    to catch moon beams to sweep the sand.

    So mighty in its ebb and flow,
    its mesmerizing call to go,
    to step into its rhythm, and
    to catch moon beams to sweep the sand

    Something of which I can depend
    that calls me, bids me as a friend,
    abandon al l constraints of land,
    to catch moon beams to sweep the sand.

    The tide chases after the moon
    to catch moon beams to sweep the sand.

  11. Great prompt! Posted a new Tide poem on my blog at http://pm27.wordpress.com/2013/07/15/fundy-is-fabulous/
    Back later to read some more!

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  13. Life is a Beach: Tidal Wave

    My hasty heart was hushed; put out to sea
    and never, will my love return to thee.
    A thousand ships be dashed upon your shore
    but never, ever will I sailor be!

    Upon the tide that’s pulled by this moon’s lore
    prediction knows no heart could love you more.
    My heart was full and rushing to your side
    but empty now, there’s no love left to soar.

    I float upon this sea of rising tide:
    psunami of my soul is now the bride.
    So many tears to drown a broiling sea;
    that space between us, overflowing, wide.

    (Rubaiyat Form)

  14. Wow I am overwhelmed and a little overawed by the quality of poetry and the range of form on this post ~ I was going to venture to add a poem on tides but I think it needs a great deal more work now that I have seen the offerings of your group!

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  16. Spiral…Sync or Swim
    I see her growing
    steadily each day,
    expectant with rising light
    I feel her gravity
    gaining strength daily.
    I realize her in the rushes
    as she pulls and pushes,
    molds pliable water.
    I’m grateful for her,
    thankful for her graceful gait
    as she carries on through space-
    alongside us-keeping everything in place.
    She gathers the sea in great salty gulps
    and releases her breath
    in timed tides again and again.
    The onus of ocean is given over,
    we’re reliant upon the broad
    and beautiful-spherical face,
    we trust her natural magic.
    I blow a kiss from this sandy shore
    toward the visible day-crescent;
    I’m wooed of her creative curve,
    moved by the sun-lit moon.
    Copyright © Hannah Gosselin 2013

  17. connielpeters on said:


    Earth rotates
    Moon and Sun exert gravity
    Sea rises and falls

    Weeks go round
    Trials versus blessings
    Moods rise and fall

  18. TIDES

    Rising and falling, sea birds calling
    a trill, shrill and resounding.
    Surrounding the shore,
    seaweed tossed and sands
    of lost childhood, decay.
    On a good day, you can see
    clear across to Canada,
    a cyclical sonata awash
    in rushes and retreats.
    Beneath the feet of beachcombers,
    the warmth of a million suns baking,
    taking shells and driftwood;
    a good haul for an early spring.
    Still, the gulls sing a redundant song,
    strong and shrieking. Another wave rises,
    then beats a hasty withdrawal. Through it all
    you breathe the freshness abounding,
    Rising and falling, your chest
    duplicates the lunar lambada
    of the Great Lake. Waters rake
    the moistened sand on its departure.
    Sunsets and crashes leaving colorful dashes
    across the glinted surf. Tides return
    to where they had come as the night descends.
    Another day ends in the swell of tides.

  19. Two Poems for Tides

    Chasing Tides

    We chased tides
    Turning on moonbeams
    Chaste we remained
    All the summer long

    ~ ~ ~

    A Lucky Tide

    Just after lunch
    when the tide was at low,
    I pondered slight pools of shallow flow,
    and I told each crab and mussel and whelk
    just how lucky they were that my stomach
    was still and completely full.

  20. This morning’s surgical procedure equated to the pull of the tide.


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  22. janeshlensky on said:


    “There is a tide in the affairs of men, which taken at the flood, leads on to fortune. Omitted, all the voyage of their life is bound in shallows and in miseries. On such a full sea are we now afloat. And we must take the current when it serves, or lose our ventures.” William Shakespeare

    Brutus made a leap of faith
    ignoring fickle floating barks
    tossed up by oratory’s waves,
    ignoring tides and undertows
    tripped shallow feet under his nose,
    and ides.

    It’s clear a thought needs depth for float,
    before a pilot can engage,
    but ships of state go oft’ awry
    as humans tangle with the sky,
    forgetting that moon’s changing eye
    makes tides.

    Our misadventured history
    suggests that we know well the swell
    of tides inside our own affairs,
    but rip currents we cannot tell
    from any other surging hell
    that bides.

    So revolutions found at sea
    are often at hurricanes’ eyes,
    whose central calm teases our mind.
    We leap into flood waters blind,
    fool-hardy, thinking on our kind
    hope rides.

  23. janeshlensky on said:

    Blood Tide

    Our blood marks phases of the moon,
    an inner howling surging
    when silver disk is full, and soon,
    we follow tidal urging.

    We know the muscle of the tides,
    as flood and ebb continue.
    We know this push and pull abides
    in every human venue.

    So rip tide, undertow, and love
    can still upend our thinking.
    We’re tracked by moonbeams from above
    that guide our hearts to linking.

    We feel the currents roll and move;
    the tides that dance within us
    erode our barriers to love,
    then gently smooth and bend us.

  24. Henrietta Choplin on said:

    Poem-making (A Cento in prose form)

    “…One should lie empty, open, choiceless as a beach—waiting for a gift from the sea. Erased by today’s tides of all yesterday’s scribblings. …One never knows what chance treasure these easy unconscious rollers may toss up, on the smooth white sand of the conscious mind; what perfectly rounded stone, what rare shell from the ocean floor. Perhaps a channeled whelk, a moon shell, or even an argonaut…”

    (Anne Morrow Lindbergh, Twentieth Anniversary Edition, Gift From The Sea, 1975)

  25. Mysterious Tide

    A tide pool rests, private
    island on Cannon Beach. At times,
    you can walk through from sand
    to silt, and set your toes into basin.

    When the tide shifts, you see
    a mirage. There stands the tide
    pool, cannot be far out,
    until you set forth and keep going.

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  27. Ebbed

    How you tugga
    At my heart
    And my ocean
    Shine me a smile
    And make this darkness
    Ebb away

  28. ejparsons on said:


    One sunny day Clyde
    Took himself a ride
    Down to the seaside
    To ride the rising tide

    Unfortunately Clyde
    Couldn’t ride the tide
    In fact, he almost died
    The day the tide beat Clyde

    © 2013 Earl Parsons

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