tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2120442619950502271.post6567959065427937734..comments2024-02-13T07:05:32.433-07:00Comments on Of Poetry: Atlantic WatersJohn W. Mayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10462966253651386355noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2120442619950502271.post-38075174824626505052010-02-20T13:22:54.509-07:002010-02-20T13:22:54.509-07:00Chills! This is beautiful, John. I have a strong a...Chills! This is beautiful, John. I have a strong attachment to the east coast waters and this touched on so many of my favorite memories. I love the imagery, and the perspective you took. The water and the ocean air has an intense healing power that you've reminded me of.Kendra Lisehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10324703182589692806noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2120442619950502271.post-11514626139330336032010-02-20T12:20:42.181-07:002010-02-20T12:20:42.181-07:00...
I remember being at a Jersey beach at around ......<br /><br />I remember being at a Jersey beach at around the age of two. It was so hot outside that the sun literally caused the tar-paved walkways to bubble, which resulted in a very tangible odor of petroleum in the air. Along with that odor was the heavily dank smell of fish, seaweed, saltwater, trash, and smog-laced humidity … in short, the place was filthy.<br /><br />But the ocean, which seemed to talk to me with every rumbling wave, was one of the biggest things I had ever seen. The seagulls, with their high-pitched calls, floating just above the pier and water like dragonflies, seemed utterly serene in their flight.<br /><br />This last memory, which had a very specific childhood innocence attached to it, inspired this poem.John W. Mayhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10462966253651386355noreply@blogger.com