One Single Impression: Oceans

Up at four on a grey morning
To the water with the boat
And dad at the wheel
We glide the boat
Like a sleepwalking child
Into the still waters of Westport

Well beyond the harbor
We drop our lines
And open the Thermos
To coffee sweet with milk and sugar

Rain falls
The rings that emanate from each drop
Spread into the mystery of sunrise
Burning quietly through silence

And the coffee is good.

Drink your coffee. Before it's cold.

Two flat fish take the bait
One after the other on my line.

Rain extinguishes the light.

Dad at the wheel
Takes us home.

Bury them in the garden, he says.
For the tomatoes.

I know. We don't believe in waste.

Dad leaves for work.
I dig in the sand.

One Single Impression

Comments

  1. vivid experience, interesting how little things stay with us...reminds us of earlier times and relationships

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  2. A cherished memory brought alive through words. You are very talented, my friend.
    I thoroughly enjoyed reading this post. It rekindled some of my memories of days gone by.
    Hugsss, Susan

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  3. The memory and the dream
    have the same light
    but the first retains
    while the second leave
    and if we are going
    we are no longer alone.

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  4. Anonymous2:12 AM

    such a nice memory...

    good memories are food for soul..

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  5. Different memories all bunched together.
    These early ones stay with is for ever.
    Very expressive.

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  6. That was a beautiful memory.

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  7. What a lovely memory. I can see those droplets of rain on the water, feel the warmth of the coffee as it glides down the throat to an empty cold tummy spreading it warmth yet not as warm as this memory of time with Dad and of course the excitement of the tug on the line.

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  8. Beutiful! Fragile, but persistent.

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  9. What a beautifully vivid memory brought to life by you. I have wonderful memories of fishing with my grandpa, and this made me remember them. Lovely post!

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  10. Anonymous8:25 AM

    Nostalgic memory, isn't it??
    Beautiful impression, Sandy!
    I simply loved the innocence in truth and flow of life...:)
    Keep writing more..:)

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  11. lovely memories, lovely images. Your poem reminds me of my favorite book from childhood "Time of Wonder" written and illustrated by Robert McCloskey (perhaps more famous for "Make Way for Ducklings").

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  13. I can almost smell the salt air of Long Island Sound.

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  14. Your writing is so vivid-I felt I could hear the pitter patter of the rain.

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  15. Lovely memories. Enjoyed this one

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  16. Talk about a word picture. Wonderful.

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  17. .. poignant ,simple & beautiful ..

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  18. Lovely poem! As if I was there in the boat and drank the coffee! Thanks!

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  19. Tanks for sharing this fishing memory of time spent with your daddy.

    I mostly fished along the banks of a creek with my daddy and we mostly caught catfish or brim ...a few perch.

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  20. This is a wonderfully told tale. Your words took me there.
    Spirithelpers

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  21. I remember fishing with my father, but we always threw them back - those rare times I actually caught something.

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  22. Sandy digging in the sand. Do you still do that?
    These are wonderful memories related in a wonderful poem, you and your dad. Mrs. Jim has memories like that with her granny. They fished the Calcasieu River in Louisiana.
    ..

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  23. Honest fishing out in that Boston Whaler in open water. You have a gift for imagery... but I've told you that before I'm sure.

    I took a swing at this one myself. Have a look if you like.

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  24. What fascinating images in the words of this sweet poem!

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  25. The repetition of "the boat" in the first stanza really creates the sense of its rocking on the waves. I truly went along on the trip and enjoyed everthing about this.

    I used to go for walks in snowy woods with my dad - to get the Christmas tree. We had a thermos too, filled with sweet hot tea.

    Kat

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  26. Such a wonderful memory! It stirs a few of my own and I wonder...

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  27. An original use for the fish!

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  28. beautifully written and shared memory, Sandy. I especially loved the stanza
    "Rain falls
    The rings that emanate from each drop
    Spread into the mystery of sunrise
    Burning quietly through silence"
    It was almost like being there...

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  29. What a great memory with your dad. I remember a few blury eyed mornings heading out with my dad too, when I was young. I really enjoyed reading. Nicely done!

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  30. oh, what a delightful remembrance of a day on the ocean....

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  31. Rain falls
    The rings that emanate from each drop
    Spread into the mystery of sunrise
    Burning quietly through silence

    what a tender remembrance. i can smell the coffee.

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  32. very good fertilizer, both literally and metaphorically.

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  33. The images and the experiences with your dad are so wonderful. I felt the rocking of the boat. Beautiful images.
    My link: http://deowriter.wordpress.com/2009/08/15/one-single-impression-ocean/
    differnt to how I am logged in.

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