Is there a point where the tide
a moment that I could see, or touch?
I’ve been looking
at tables giving times, exact
minutes of apogee, and it was
just here I’m sure,
where I pointed
and saw nothing, except
the foam stretch ahead of me
like phantom silk, all
along the buff triassic sand, as far
as I could see or walk.
“That’s where the waves
stop,” you said, “where the tide
turns back to the sea – and me.”
image and poem © copyright David F. Barker
10 thoughts on “Poem: ‘Turning’”
So beautiful, David – painting and poem! K
Thank you so much! You are very kind.
Oh this is fabulous.
Ive missed your poems!! 🙂
And the picture too, just lovely.
Fantastic poem, beautiful painting – very evocative.
You paint beautifully with both mediums, paint and words.
Love both the painting and the poem! 🙂 Happy Easter!
Lovely poem. Beautiful painting – is it for sale?
David, I LOVE this beautiful poem! I too have often wondered about that exact moment when the tide turns – and sometimes you can almost feel it.
(Glad to find myself on your blog once again – your paintings are always a delight as well as your poetry.)
Thank you Betty, I very much appreciate it. Hope spring has started where you are – it’s barely above freezing still here! 😦