The sea begins in silence—
a breath held beneath the sky,
as if waiting for permission
to sing again.
Its waves roll in,
not with fury,
but with purpose,
each one a chorale prelude,
solemn, ancient,
laced with salt and memory.
The wind lifts a phrase from the surface,
carries it inland,
where no one listens
but the grasses
and the bones beneath them.
A gull cries—a minor chord,
sharp enough to open the air,
and somewhere,
beneath the tide’s patient breath,
a shell spins its echo
like a cathedral holding onto music.
There is no final note.
Only the long cadence
of water falling into itself,
again and again,
until even the moon
forgets
what it meant to pull.
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This is gorgeous, Sanaa! So many wonderful images. I especially liked,
ReplyDelete"a shell spins its echo
like a cathedral holding onto music." 💙🐚
Thanks, Merril! I am glad you enjoyed it 💙🐚
DeleteA stunning chorale prelude, Sanaa! I love the description of the sea as ‘a breath held beneath the sky, as if waiting for permission to sing again’, the thought of the wind lifting a ‘phrase from the surface’, and the minor chord of the gull’s cry. The final stanza is a perfect ending.
ReplyDeleteThank you so much, Kim! 😘
Delete"beneath the tide’s patient breath,"
ReplyDeleteLuv this.
Bravo!!!
Much♡love
Thank you! Much love back to you ❤️
DeleteNicely sustained pianissimo waking up a day by the sea.
ReplyDeleteThank you so much, B! 😊
DeleteLovely. I really like these:
ReplyDelete“The wind lifts a phrase from the surface,
carries it inland,
where no one listens
but the grasses
and the bones beneath them.”
“A gull cries—a minor chord,
sharp enough to open the air,”
“There is no final note.
Only the long cadence
of water falling into itself,
again and again,
until even the moon
forgets
what it meant to pull.”
Thank you so much, Melissa! ❤️
DeleteA truly lovely, lyrical composition Sanaa...
ReplyDeleteThank you so much, Andrew 😊
DeleteSanaa, gorgeously rendered. Please put this one in your special folder <3
ReplyDeleteThe wind lifts a phrase from the surface,
ReplyDeletecarries it inland,
where no one listens
but the grasses
and the bones beneath them.
I love this.
Totally gorgeous. Even the moon forgets. Thats amazing. Thanks for this beauty. Xo, Selma
ReplyDeleteThis is wonderful! The poem itself is music.
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