Still You Call

[Terry A]

Some land-locked mornings

air so fresh

the smell of ocean

seeps into my blood

              and I remember

when the horizons

had no end

and the weight of Earth

lifted in a seagull's cry.

[Tinker]

Hi Terry, You just described my coastal home.   Loved 

1 hour ago, Terry A said:

and the weight of Earth

lifted in a seagull's cry.

True, a seagull cry lifts my spirit.   However, they also can be aggressive and annoying when food is close by.  Don't feed the wildlife. 😊

~~Judi

[badger11]

6 hours ago, Terry A said:

This land-locked morning

air so fresh

the smell of ocean

seeps into my blood

              and I remember

when the horizon

had no end

and the weight of Earth

lifted in a seagull's cry.

Like it T. The poem does convey recurring incidences with some and the plural horizons. I wondered if there would be more immediacy/intensity with singularity. Not sure. Either way enjoyed.

Bw

Phil

[Terry A]

Ha, Judi, out here it’s don’t feed the bears. Your home sounds lovely. 

Phil, good point on the plural. It simply meant multiplicity of possibilities fathomed, oh too briefly and awakened oh too slightly. But not forgotten. The key to never really becoming old in spirit. or poetry.