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sea balm

rene foran 2010

summertime heat
tugs the prodigal sweltering
back
to the blue green wonderful 
welcome home
of a mother's eye

white caps and sails,
swelling 
with heroic pride,
crisply jig, jogging memories
of  laundry waving in the yard
and broad Pepsodent smiles


conch whispers
crack open
coconut scented endlessly endless
transistor radio days
and sacred citronella nights 
both electric 
and fire lit 
with wonder



Rene ~ 

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  1. Brian MillerJuly 10, 2011 at 7:14 PM

    ah, wish i was swimming in her eye right now...

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  2. GinnyJuly 10, 2011 at 7:15 PM

    Yep, I was right. You've still got it, Rene!

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  3. MikeJuly 10, 2011 at 7:43 PM

    you have such a soothing touch with the way you paint a picture.

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  4. Irish GumboJuly 10, 2011 at 9:03 PM

    Mater Familias + Mother Ocean...

    Swim in the eye of both. Welcome home.

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  5. MarianJuly 10, 2011 at 9:21 PM

    yay! yay!
    going to see her tomorrow! xoxo

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  6. ReflectionsJuly 11, 2011 at 10:23 AM

    Always, to stay in our mother's eye... forever as steady as the tides of the sea.

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  7. Everyday GoddessJuly 11, 2011 at 11:02 AM

    sweet sweet memories, i love how this feels.

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  8. HelenJuly 11, 2011 at 11:41 AM

    This is striking my fancy ... having just returned from Newport Beach and Laguna Beach ....

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  9. Kay L. DaviesJuly 11, 2011 at 2:26 PM

    Wonderful, I love it. I remember those days.
    — K

    Kay, Alberta, Canada
    An Unfittie's Guide to Adventurous Travel

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  10. Jenne' R. Andrews July 11, 2011 at 2:40 PM

    lovely poem, Rene-- thank you! xxxj

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  11. Casey FreelandJuly 11, 2011 at 9:03 PM

    Beautiful piece. I love it. And I love being drawn back to these days.

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  12. hyperCRYPTICalJuly 12, 2011 at 4:00 AM

    Wonderful words - wish I was there.

    Anna :o]

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  13. MartinJuly 12, 2011 at 6:48 AM

    Great stuff! I'd forgotten all about pepsodent, now I can't get the old jingle out of my head. I wonder where the yellow went, when I clean my teeth with...etc, etc

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  14. Tess KincaidJuly 12, 2011 at 12:27 PM

    I adore the reference to your lovely mother's eye.

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  15. PearlJuly 12, 2011 at 1:37 PM

    I am on the beach next to you. :-)

    Pearl

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  16. Kristen HaskellJuly 12, 2011 at 3:07 PM

    Oh I do miss those days. I loved wave jumping, cherry popcicles and sandy flip flops.

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  17. Fred MillerJuly 13, 2011 at 11:30 AM

    You stirred the salt water in my veins.

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  18. Maude LynnJuly 13, 2011 at 8:52 PM

    "laundry waving in the yard
    and broad pepsodent smiles"

    Fabulous writing!

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  19. C.M. JacksonJuly 13, 2011 at 11:15 PM

    "welcome home of a mother's eye-" --great writing and images of the sea

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  20. Tumblewords:July 13, 2011 at 11:59 PM

    Wonderful write that stirs the deepest yearning for what was!

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  21. KavitaJuly 14, 2011 at 3:12 AM

    What fascinating imagery, Rene!! Sounds sooo summery, fun and nostalgic... *sigh*

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  22. Sue JJuly 14, 2011 at 9:13 PM

    What a lovely choice of words. I hate the smell of citronella.

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  23. AnonymousJuly 15, 2011 at 4:03 PM

    Oh wow rich and vivid language, I loved it

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  24. Katie Mia FrederickJuly 28, 2013 at 6:36 PM

    Hey Love I like the Broad Pepsodent smiles the best Love ya.

    Please don't be alarmed by all the love it is a habit I recently picked up from a friend love ya more...smiles

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  25. OutlawyerJuly 28, 2013 at 10:02 PM

    Wonderful lovely outdoorsy feel - I love the smell of citronella. K. (Http://Manicddaily.wordpress.com)

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  26. ClaudiaJuly 29, 2013 at 12:01 AM

    coconut scented endlessly endless
    transistor radio days
    and sacred citronella nights...i just love this..i can smell it...and i can feel her gentle sway..

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  27. Other MaryJuly 29, 2013 at 9:41 AM

    Oh yea, I remember those 'coconut scented', 'transistor radio' days. Your words bring it back almost like I never left. I also really like you use of the word 'prodigal.'

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