The Fifty Cent Tour

Tuesday, July 12, 2011

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 ~ 

27 comments:

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

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

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

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  4. Mater Familias + Mother Ocean...

    Swim in the eye of both. Welcome home.

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  5. yay! yay!
    going to see her tomorrow! xoxo

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

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  7. sweet sweet memories, i love how this feels.

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

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

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

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  10. lovely poem, Rene-- thank you! xxxj

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

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  12. Wonderful words - wish I was there.

    Anna :o]

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

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

    Pearl

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

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  17. You stirred the salt water in my veins.

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  18. "laundry waving in the yard
    and broad pepsodent smiles"

    Fabulous writing!

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

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  20. Wonderful write that stirs the deepest yearning for what was!

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

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

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  23. Oh wow rich and vivid language, I loved it

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

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  26. 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. 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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