Summer Choir

I still remember: the gentle rush of the calm yet humming cerulean ocean as it hugs the waiting sun-bathed sand and silent shells ashore; the sweet whisper of the whistling wind as it combs the golden grass strands who always beg for more; and then the loud yet soothing klee-ew sounds of the winged gulls flying freely above the expansive salted-water-made floor.

Our beating hearts sung
softly with that summer choir.
Do you remember?

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In response to dVerse‘s Tuesday Poetics: The Sound of LOVE by Walter J. Wojtanik. Read his Whispers of Love, too.


Also for Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie‘s Heeding Haiku With Chèvrefeuille August 17th 2016 … a summer tale.

65 thoughts on “Summer Choir”

  1. Just beautiful!!! We leave in a month for two weeks at our beloved Provincetown — the very tip of Cape Cod. We stay at a place where our deck is literally on the water at high tide. This makes me taste the salt in the sea side air and I am yearning to be there again! 🙂


    1. Hi dear Lillian! I am sorry your comment was in the Spam box. 😦 I don’t know why but it is there. 😦

      Nonetheless, thank you for this comment! I’ve read some books set in Cape Cod and I believe it is great!!! ❤

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  2. hmmmm my first comment did not post here? Will try again and hope it doesn’t duplicate.
    This is lovely. I can taste the salt in the seaside air and hear the gulls above. Makes me yearn for our beloved Provincetown, at the very tip end of Cape Cod. We will be there two weeks in September, right on the water and now, reading your post, my heart is already there! 🙂


  3. To feel emoTionS in the ocean
    much more than motion.. only
    my FriEnd.. IS A gift
    in the practice
    of a poetic
    that is trUly
    rather rare
    in males.. more
    for culture than for
    thE reaLity oF hUman
    poTenTial WitH a heArt.. seeMs..
    iT takes practice.. use tHe greAteSt
    Love muscle.. or losT.. caN Apply..:)

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  4. When I was a child, I went to choir camp in the summer. Now that I’m grown, I think I’d really enjoy going to the oceanside to listen to your summer choir. I like your phrase “silent shells.” It’s a creative way to think of shells; and it affirms that silence can be part a choir, too. Sister, you compose a refined romantic remembrance here!

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  5. The descriptions in this piece or gorgeous, you did great writing making everything appeal to our senses. I’m behind on my blog reading this week, and there are probably quite of a few or your pieces to go, just letting you know, you don’t have to reply to every comment if you don’t want to. Have a great weekend 🙂

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