Poetry. Friday: Roiling, A Friday Fib

Thanks to Tara at Going to Walden for hosting all the Poetry Friday goodness. On Instagram this morning, Georgia Heard, said the word of the day was ROILING.

I immediately thought of this moment last August in Yachats on the coast.

and crashing
salty spindrift foams
releasing the ocean’s wishes

© jone rush macculloch

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13 Responses to Poetry. Friday: Roiling, A Friday Fib

  1. Kay Mcgriff says:

    What a cool picture! And your poem perfectly captures roiling.

  2. maryleehahn says:

    Oh, wow! Your poem and image put me right there on the rocks experiencing the ROILING waves! Well done!

  3. releasing the ocean’s wishes
    The perfect last line for this poem. And I love the word ‘roiling.’

  4. haitiruth says:

    I love the wishes being released…hope some of them come true. Ruth, thereisnosuchthingasagodforsakentown.blogspot.com

  5. I can hear a giant Swishsh of waves at the ending of your poem–both poem and image capture each others thoughts seamlessly–beautiful, thanks Jone!

  6. katswhiskers says:

    Roiling … and spindrift … and that fifth line, especially!

  7. Gail Aldous says:

    Jone, I love this poem! I love watching crashing waves make foam! You have definitely captured it here. I love the structure, the “ing” repetition, “crashing” giving us sound, the alliteration and word choice of “salty spindrift foams” which also has the sense of taste, and your personification of “foams releasing the ocean’s wishes” !!! The ocean having wishes and being released by “salty spindrift foams”, wow!!! You definitely need to publish this poem!!!

  8. Linda Mitchell says:

    spindrift….I’m in love with that word

  9. mbhmaine says:

    Your photo and poem are lovely, Jone, and I was so excited to recognize the image. (It still bears a place of honor on my fridge.) “Spindrift” is truly one of those magical words and the structure of the fib reminds me of waves rolling up onto the shore. Nice!

  10. cvarsalona says:

    There is such movement in your poem that mimics the waves rushing to shore, Jone.

  11. jama says:

    The last line in your poem is my favorite. Roiling and spindrift are such great words :)/

  12. Tabatha says:

    “Spindrift” is a delightful word, and so is that last line!

  13. margaretsmn says:

    Releasing the ocean’s wishes. Love this image and the matching little poem.

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