Waves of Inspiration

I am besotted by waves.

Waves of color at sunrise and sunset, undulating curves imprinted upon salt marsh grasses by since-stilled winds.  Rainbow glass swirled into peaks and valleys.  Frozen waves of sun-gilded snow. Sky art formed by colorful canvas spun by wind into billowing swells.

After a winter that wasn’t after all without end, a first wave of flowers came in crocus form: dazzling white, lavender, and bright yellow.  Almost as quickly as they sprouted they were gone, replaced by a blitz of daffodils, followed by swaths of lipstick sunset tulips.

Suddenly it is August, and every few days it seems a new platoon of flora cycles through. Delightfully descriptive “curly fries” Hosta plants wave in a light wind.  Today is a riot of pastel hydrangea and sturdy day lilies, their gracefully ruffled petals edged in a sea-foam of sunlight and shadow.

I don’t know what it is about waves.

A wave tickled my heel as I faltered in reading a poem about a turtle to my children a year after their father died.  The next year, just after a seashell of his ashes wafted into the ocean in Dublin, a gentle wave deposited at my bare toes a patch of seaweed in his trademark green, framed around a distinct heart-shaped space.

Perhaps inspiration comes from waves’ movement and light and soothing rhythm, like a heartbeat or a summer bird’s song.

“This mounting wave will roll us shoreward soon.”  Wrote Alfred, Lord Tennyson.  His seafarers yearned for waves to bring them home again.

Maybe it is not only the waves themselves which call me, but the hope of what they might one day return.

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Dublin

About Stephanie

In her spare time, Stephanie works full-time, and then some, as an attorney. She has published articles and delivered talks in arcane fields like evidentiary issues, jury instructions, expert witnesses, and forensic evidence. She also is an adjunct professor at a law school on the banks of the Charles and loves that dirty water, as she will always think of Boston as her home. You are welcome to take a look at her Facebook author page, or follow @SMartinGlennon on Twitter. All content on this blog, unless otherwise attributed, is (c) 2012-2016 by Stephanie M. Glennon and should not be reproduced (in any form other than re-blogging in accordance with Wordpress protocol and the numerous other wee buttons at the bottom of each post) without the express permission of the domain holder.
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5 Responses to Waves of Inspiration

  1. scillagrace says:

    Beautiful images; beautiful narrative poetry.

  2. Ann says:

    Love the green seaweed hart and love your pics and prose!
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  3. Catherine says:

    I love how point the reader’s eye to the beauty that is in nature. I have a theory about that green heart.

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  5. Marie Keates says:

    There really is something about waves. I love the seaweed heart, what a wonderful sign of hope.

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