Friday, July 31, 2009

Bell Buoy

It is the movement of the waves

That activates the buoy bells.

It is the action of the years that brings me to this place,

This evening,

This feeling which is familiar and yet difficult to describe

Or to be at peace with.

Living near the harbor,

One cannot escape the impermanence of things--





The action of the waves and of time,

Will bring sand and starfish

From every distant point.

And yet,

There is still tonight to be gotten through,

And the heartbreaking sound

Of the buoy bells.



pheromone girl said...

I have always loved the sound of the buoy bells, darling. They echo so hollowly and make me miss someone even if someone is nearby.

Lovely post.

nollyposh said...


g-man said...

Sort of haunting....

Riot Kitty said...

Very beautiful!

Mama Zen said...

This is simply gorgeous. And, definitely haunting.

Joanna Jenkins said...

I could picture the harbor in my mind's-eye.
Thank you

Anonymous said...


I really like this one.

Pouty Lips said...

I have never heard of buoy bells. I feel like I'm missing out on something important. This is the first I've heard of them. I'm off to Google buoy bells.

Scarlet said...

What a touching poem...nostalgic and beautiful.

Daryl said...

The antithesis of sirens .. no luring .. but detouring .. will they listen to the warning?

Pete said...

powerful post