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Blame it on the windswept beaches, the endless rolling tides, the royal terns
coasting above the waves, seeking, searching, for silverside minnows.
Blame it on the sugar sand beneath my feet, pulling me, grasping me,
refusing to let go…nor would I ever want it to.
Blame it on the sun just cresting the horizon, a gentle ascent above the surf,
slowing rising and gazing on all that’s below.
Blame it on the dolphins, dancing in the waters so close to shore,
jumping the waves in a continuous ballet of speed and grace.
Blame it on the shells, scattered over the shore, such stunning treasures.
Pick up a conch and listen to the sea calling you home.
Blame it on the sand dunes, so high and scattered with sea oats,
such a lovely wall between this sacred place and everything else.
Blame it on the sweet salt air as it circles my soul, such a lasting embrace
that I never want to end.
© by Renee Williams.
Used here with the author’s permission.
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Renee Williams is a retired college professor. A poet and photographer, her work has appeared in a variety of journals. While she lives in Ohio, Renee spends as much time as possible on the northeastern coast of North Carolina; she loves the wildlife there, particularly the wild horses.
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wayne.goodling@yahoo.com:
From the title, I thought the poem would be about blame but instead I received beautiful images. What does blame have to do with sand and sea? And what's this about holding on to blame? I don't understand. however, my lack of understanding need not detract from the beauty. Thanks for the beauty.
Posted 05/22/2024 10:05 AM
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Adriana:
This poem of thrilling images makes me wish I liked sand and sea; makes me feel I'm missing something wonderful.
Posted 05/20/2024 01:10 AM
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Wilda Morris:
Wonderful use of repetition and great images!
Posted 05/19/2024 08:27 AM
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Jancan:
Very creative and descriptive
Posted 05/18/2024 11:49 PM
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jentsch:
Love the energy in this, Renee! Nancy Jentsch
Posted 05/18/2024 05:42 PM
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CamilleBalla:
I can picture these images in this call to the ocean: the endless rolling tides, the royal terns
coasting above the waves, seeking, searching.
Pick up a conch and listen to the sea calling you home.
Posted 05/18/2024 01:34 PM
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Lori Levy:
Love the "blame it on" repetition and all the beautiful images of the beach.
Posted 05/18/2024 01:17 PM
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cork:
I hope to hold a conch to my ear someday.
Posted 05/18/2024 10:38 AM
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EstherJ:
Very touching.
Posted 05/18/2024 10:10 AM
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Larry Schug:
As a Minnesotan, I've our 11,00 lakes, but they'll never be an ocean. This poem took me a beautiful place on the sea.
Posted 05/18/2024 08:04 AM
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bobbi43sml@aol.com:
Your words roll over me like the surf. Perfect brush strokes of syllables that paint the scene and make me
long for summer. Have a poster on my wall picturing a woman up to her shoulders in the sea.. it reads into the water I go , to lose my mind and find my soul
Thus poem put me there.
Posted 05/18/2024 07:50 AM
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Sharon Waller Knutson:
I love this picturesque sensual poem with the alliteration and gorgeous images. Makes me miss the ocean and the beach. I can see the windswept beaches, sugar sand, silverside minnows, dancing dolphins, hear the conch calling me home and taste the sweet salt air.
Posted 05/18/2024 07:33 AM
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mail@schoolbusmart.com:
Lovey poem, love the repetition, I was there with you in each line, and I blame it on you. Randy Mazie
Posted 05/18/2024 07:01 AM
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