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| Mother whale and her calf just off Muizenberg. |
Instead of painting this last week, we went to watch the whales. The mother whale and calf were close to the shore. It was good to get out and enjoy nature. What struck me deeply was the transformation of the sea, while the afternoon went by, from turquoise calm to a grey, choppy sullenness. And so, as I thought about the sea, a poem emerged in my mind. Here it is:
The sea
The sea with its temperamental complexity
reminds me of our humanity.
reminds me of our humanity.
It holds within, the shallow and the deep:
Once sad grey, wanting to weep,
then angry and violently mad,
the waves relentlessly rolling in,
never stopping
as the orange-sun sets with a grin.
Once sad grey, wanting to weep,
then angry and violently mad,
the waves relentlessly rolling in,
never stopping
as the orange-sun sets with a grin.
Rough one day, the next calm:
its 'turquoise-tranquility' watched
is the traveller’s balm
while the sea storm
teams with life
it also takes a life; someone's death bed
uncovering treasures
and swallowing the dead.
its 'turquoise-tranquility' watched
is the traveller’s balm
while the sea storm
teams with life
it also takes a life; someone's death bed
uncovering treasures
and swallowing the dead.
Just like the sea
we live with complexity
of contrasting treasures
and desperate-dark measures:
Humanity is infinitely interesting.
we live with complexity
of contrasting treasures
and desperate-dark measures:
Humanity is infinitely interesting.
:)
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