I stayed an extra night in Ocean City, Maryland. The writing retreat had ended and mostly everyone had left the building. This was the perfect opportunity for a single writer's soul to pour out words over paper with a view of the ocean. It was lonely and it was cold but it was beautiful in its' own right. While waiting for that spectacular sunrise, I became momentarily disappointed. There really wasn't a bright sunrise. It was grey and cold but I eventually found...
Grey Inspiration
I waited for the sunrise
but I never saw it
Instead I stared into the distance
amazed only by the sound of the ocean waves
before me was the grey
from water to sky
the difference in color
only found at the horizon line
a change in hue of winter cold
disappointment became my first response
until I embraced acceptance
that this was my morning view
despite the choice of palette I disliked
I was thankful for the canvas
and the burst of pink hope peeking between the clouds
and I was inspired to stroke the words across my page
in my heart, and on paper, I was no longer blue
Inspired Soul
Ocean City, MD 11'
Hi Laura!
ReplyDeleteIt's Jenny, from the Winter Writer's Retreat. I enjoyed your poem, but not as much as I enjoyed your company during the retreat! I tried to friend you on facebook, but I was unsuccessful: I found your page, but for some reason I couldn't request friendship. So friend me, and if you'd like, link my blog to yours, too. I'm at: http://thewordmeisterwrites.blogspot.com
Jenny Meister from Delmar, Delaware on facebook.
Miss you, hope your teaching and writing are going well! :)