Good Morning and Welcome to my Atlantic Lifeš
This morning I thought I'd share with you a poem I have been working on for quite a while now (several months!!!). I usually shy away from rhyming poetry as I've never been any good at it, but when some of these words started appearing in my head whilst I was sitting on my beach one day, they just kind of sounded right....and I decided it was time to move my poetry out of my comfort zone and try to make it rhyme. So apologies, if the flow seems a little clunkier than usual...here goes -
"My Atlantic Life"
"My Atlantic Lifeā¦..a journey of serendipity
where every wave carries me closer to my destiny
A never-ending voyage of personal self-discovery
as I navigate the currents of my own sometimes harsh reality
My Atlantic Lifeā¦..a path I embrace
as the ocean colors change and the warm gulf breeze caresses my face
I feel so alive in that moment of time
And I know that the oceanās magic will always be mine
My mind then goes to where the sea kisses the sky
That magical place where my dreams are born to fly
Where possibilities are endless, and hope is alive
My incredible Atlantic Life, where my heart and soul thrive
So, Iāll ride the waves of life with the rhythms of the tides
Always finding my way back home
ā¦..to my blessed and wonderous Atlantic Life"
By Pam Buchholz
The poem was just an experiment, a way to make myself do something I'm not normally comfortable with.....now was it a success? I'm not sure, I'm still playing with it in my head....but, that wasn't the point - the point was to push myself into do something out-with my normal scope of poetry.
It's super easy to fall into a routine of only completing the tasks that we want or like to do, and leaving those other jobs, projects and ideas that may take a bit more work, or take us out of our nice, cozy, comfort zone, to be done later, or simply left on that great shelf of "stuff I'll do one day". Well, I'm dusting off that shelf and going to work my way through that "stuff", tossing away those projects that I know will never come to fruition, and triaging the ones that should at least be fully considered.
I'm also going to further my experiment, by trying to do at least one thing a day that makes me a little uneasy or perhaps a tad uncomfortable for the next couple of weeks, I'll be interested to see the progress of this particular little study š
Until Next Time...
Take care, Stay Safe and....what about you - are you ready to push yourself a little more?
Love and Hugs,
Pam
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Well, this is clearly not a Roses are Red Violets are Blue poem. Beautiful my friend.
Love and hugs,
I love the poem. It is beautifully written. Your words resonate for me and wonderfully describe how I feel when I sit on the beach, not too far from your Inn. Hatteras Village has always been a special place and for 23 years my home away from home. I have always said it is a magical place like no other and it restores my soul when I am there. Many people visit and it is a cool but āone and doneā trip. Others (like you;) get āhooked on Hatterasā and can never get enough of its beauty and tranquility. It is awesome reading how much you love it there.
Beautiful poem! Please continue writing and sharing. Now I guess I will have to go work on our taxes again.šš