Sunday, August 09, 2009

One Single Impression: Ocean

In the post following this is my first attempt at writing a prose poem. Prose poem writing is harder than I thought and I was not real pleased with the outcome.
Also, it sounds boastful which I may or may not change later. Changing will be hard as it tells of the Oceans and Seas I've visited. Telling this is the reason I posted it now.




Ocean Hopping
None to All in Seventy-eight Years

Water he loved when he was a boy
Boats, bits of trash sailed his watery course
Rivers he'd seen from the Route 10 bridge
Oceans he read those far away lands

His book came true when he was fifteen
Grandmother then lived in Oregon
Clams on the beach digging in the sand
Pacific there dipped his tippie toe

Travelling fellow out to see this world
Conquering the seas spending his dollar
Now past his prime three seas an ocean
Not seen nor swum those elusive four


Ocean Southern he'll do that alright
Andaman Sea, Japan, and Okhotsk ...
Slowing fast—gone—mind his final wish
His ashes please cast on seven seas




Notes: Largest oceans and seas list by size link

Copyright © 2009 Jimmiehov. All Rights Reserved



Find more poems at One Single Impression
"Oceans" as prompt,
suggested by F.P. of
Sweetest in the Gale

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22 Comments:

At Sunday, August 09, 2009 1:39:00 AM, OpenID theselfloveproject said...

ah1 i am the first lucky reader...

beautifully said..

we lived for several years near the ocean at goa, india...it was wonderful..

 
At Sunday, August 09, 2009 2:22:00 AM, Blogger Greyscale Territory said...

A seasoned sailor ticks off oceans of places beyond the reality of many of us! It all sounds like a journey in a dreamscape. You are so lucky!

 
At Sunday, August 09, 2009 2:33:00 AM, Blogger anthonynorth said...

You've had wonderful experiences there. Something to cherish.

 
At Sunday, August 09, 2009 5:21:00 AM, Blogger SandyCarlson said...

Such a wonderful, rich journey. I am glad it continues.

 
At Sunday, August 09, 2009 6:46:00 AM, Blogger Sweetest in the Gale said...

This was lovely...you are so lucky to have seen so many oceans. And it doesn't sound boastful at all, I promise!

 
At Sunday, August 09, 2009 7:35:00 AM, Blogger Sue said...

I agree, not at all boastful Jim. I think your first experiment was a successful one. You conveyed your longing and experience well.

 
At Sunday, August 09, 2009 7:57:00 AM, Blogger Loch Rob said...

Jim, I like this a lot. A great personal story and well written. Thanks for sharing.

 
At Sunday, August 09, 2009 4:05:00 PM, Blogger Maggie said...

Jim,
Enjoyable read...I can still recall the first time I smelled the salty ocean air and saw such a huge body of water.

The sight amazed me as a southerner ... knowing mostly creeks, ponds and branches of water.

 
At Sunday, August 09, 2009 4:40:00 PM, Blogger Tammie Lee said...

I enjoyed your tale of journeys and memories... not boastful to me.
Spirithelpers

 
At Monday, August 10, 2009 11:39:00 AM, Anonymous lissa said...

I think it's wistful, full of pride and sweet memories

 
At Monday, August 10, 2009 2:10:00 PM, OpenID fourwindshaiga said...

I am impressed, Jim. Good luck on getting to the rest of them.

 
At Monday, August 10, 2009 8:44:00 PM, Anonymous Bobbie said...

I think you did just fine! :) Wonderful to read.

 
At Monday, August 10, 2009 9:21:00 PM, Blogger Tumblewords: said...

I loved following your words and travels. It didn't strike me as boastful in the least bit -

 
At Monday, August 10, 2009 11:14:00 PM, Blogger Jeeves said...

Lovely words and experiences. Photos are brilliant

 
At Tuesday, August 11, 2009 6:48:00 AM, Blogger spacedlaw said...

Thus you might turn to a fish...

 
At Tuesday, August 11, 2009 8:07:00 AM, Blogger gautami tripathy said...

I liked reading it very much. Great experiences!

ravens chase out thoughts from the mind

Kill Word Verification

 
At Tuesday, August 11, 2009 10:20:00 AM, Blogger Patti said...

You did a great job with this. I can tell you love the sea...and as usual- lovely picture!

 
At Tuesday, August 11, 2009 3:37:00 PM, Anonymous one more believer said...

hi jim, it is good to write to stretch ourselves... tippee toes... hadn't heard that in ages... the best picture of all, is that you relaxing with hat and shades and smiling ear to ear...a most enjoyable read...

 
At Tuesday, August 11, 2009 7:01:00 PM, Blogger Patty said...

We live on the bay and I share your love for the water. Great reading and photos; and you are welder, too. I'll bet you have other hidden talents. Gardening? Musical instruments?

 
At Wednesday, August 12, 2009 12:35:00 PM, Blogger Poetikat said...

Jim, I really love the construction of the lines. "Water he loved when he was a boy - I really like that.

The poem has a certain wistfulness about it. I'm sure many of us can relate to that longing for something and knowing it may not happen. God willing, it shall.

Kat

P.S. My muse is still lazy (and fat). I am neither, however.

 
At Thursday, August 13, 2009 2:21:00 AM, Blogger gabrielle said...

Pacific there dipped his tippie toe says all. wonderful journey, and more to come, i'm sure.

 
At Thursday, August 13, 2009 10:51:00 AM, Blogger Amias said...

A place to begin and end our days, as water is indeed the womb of life.

Jim, I believe you did quite well ... with prose, it's all about telling a story.

 

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