Sea of Dreams

When I wrap myself in the world you write
I can fall asleep for days.

Every word
washes me —
over, under,
rocking me
from sand to pearl-star.

And I know

it’s only
you,

the infinite ocean
I taste and crave.

It’s only you
who knows my dark
and glows my dreams this way.

Before I knew your poetry
or the sunset on your skin
it was the truth that shone
in your eyes of night
that I gave a kiss of no return.

And now I know
I left my soul
on the lips of endless sea
the lips that sing my sweetest dreams,

a song of

only

you.


Writing and photography by: Katy Claire Funke

Ocean Romance Poems

Mermaid

Lost at sea,
sound or insane,
her compass only points to you.

You drown your navigation maps.

The North Star collapses
to a singularity of night
that pulls your boat inside her soul.

Light-years beyond
fathoms below.

( My heart gets tied to yours. )

Black sand beaches

Black sand beaches
line your mind
between the ocean and fantasy.

I find you
shipwrecked —
your eyes are tracing
the delicate edges of every wave;

brimmed with thirsting adorations
( your praise to waters
heavenly ) …

Tonight,
we do not fall from grace,

we dive

into the sea.


Harmony

On the breeze, your song
takes the breath of day :

The sun falls for the ocean.
A metronome slows to your strum

on a beach. Twilight blushes
in the shy of your smile —
pearl, half-moons
rising in my eyes;

a blossom of harmony
for the music that we write.

My voice warms
under your hands
like a wave
(a guitar’s body-shape)
that melts
to a sizzle of foam on the sand.

Writing and photography by: Katy Claire Funke

Liquid

I try to find the words —
try to sculpt a form that shapes you,

but then I realize
our love is liquid …

and that everything I feel through me
also flows through you —

through my veins from a river :
hidden
rivulets of rhythm

or droplets in a lake
that ripple
into a complete
softness.

Like an ocean
blurs
pale to deep its blue

or brings the music
soothing
this neither me nor you …

It’s like
in the very act of me searching for you

I find myself
already held

in the arms of the rain.


(The type of rain that can say everything.)

Update: After writing this poem this morning a precious rain fell at my house the rest of the day. 🌧✨💙

Rain video – Wailuku, HI 7/3/2020
Baby lemon tree planted today! 🍋💧

Writing & Photography by: Katy Claire Funke

Moonlight

The moon softly swells with the hush of night.

Her lily-white glow
on the ocean
in your eyes.

But her soul’s connection
blooms deeper
than the surface

or her sighs at a distance
between ebb & flow.

( This pulling
force of nature :
a secret
you know. )

For her love for your sea,
till the ends of the earth,

shines brightest
in the dark.


Writing and photography by: Katy Claire Funke

Stargazing in Wailuku, HI 6/29/2020

Ocean Meditation

I followed my heart today
and, of course,
I was lead back to the sea.

Only this time
it was different

( or maybe it was me … )

The energy was somehow
more wild,

though there was no wind
( hardly a breeze ).

The waves were mighty —
unbreakably alive,
unpredictably
free .

In awe

I was
mesmerized
by every movement.

The give and take of
every
breath

filled me,

stilled me

in a most profound respect,

as I watched its fireworks display:
a new surprise with every wave

sometimes blue
sometimes green

some exploding —
foam flickering
then fading.

Sea spray falling
like fire
to my lips.

Every
moment.

Every
energy

here

now.

In you,
In me,
In love,

In and from
The Ocean.

( Maybe,
next time,
I’ll be the wave
that meets you there. )


Makena Beach is a spacious state park on the leeward side of Maui. I love coming here for its seclusion and the way it sets a majestic and meditative stage to watch the ocean. I felt an intense calling to this beach today and arrived to find its waves more roiling than I have ever seen them before. The water is known for being pretty calm there, however, it was the breeze that I usually find there that was completely calm. It gave me more of a still reverence to its glorious display — an uniquely divine experience to be present in. 💙

I couldn’t help but think of a fireworks display with the 4th of July next week! 🎇

Wave video – Makenna Beach 6/28/2020

Today, the spotlight of nature’s stage most
centered
on the sea.

Song of the Sea

Now I understand
what you tried to say to me

when the sun shone high
on those sand dunes by the beach

and your voice was singing clearly
of green and azure waves,

but all I saw
were shadows
on a desert that day.

Though the lyrics of your music
sounded true and so familiar,
my ignorance was dissonant
as I tried to sing along.

Still, patiently,
you listened,
as I practiced
and practiced

till I finally
was immersed
in the song of your sea.

And while swaying in the depths
to the lull of the current —

that music,
I discovered,
always played
within me.


Writing and photography by: Katy Claire Funke

Responsibility

World Oceans Day 2020

I unravel
my apology
in her waves

and I ask
what I can do.

The moon pulls at the hem
of her blue dress
and her hands slip away
from mine.

She leaves
what she can no longer carry
on the sand :

The starving sea turtle
who ate too many
plastic jellyfish.

The poisoned octopus
offers me
just one
of his three
landfilled hearts

with his
dying wish:

“If you
won’t take it
who will?”


World Oceans Day became internationally recognized by the UN in 2008 and has been growing in popularity and participation every year since. The day was created to recognize the implementation of worldwide Sustainable Development Goals and to encourage public interest in caring for our oceans.

Living near an ocean is new to me, having lived most of my life in landlocked states like Idaho and Colorado. Before, my awareness of the detrimental effects of plastic pollution on our environment had always been in the back of my mind, but not something I took daily responsibility for. Now, having the privilege to visit the ocean regularly, this awareness has quickly moved to the front of my mind, as I’m reminded of the immediate and lasting impacts our waste has.

As we all know, this impact is especially true for our single-use plastics (water bottles, plastic straws, styrofoam take-out boxes, etc.) that are only useful to us for an average of 12 minutes, while it takes an estimated 400 years for these plastics to decompose. According to the American Association for the Advancement of Science, a garbage truck worth of these plastics are dumped into the ocean every minute, that is 5-13 million metric tons a year! They estimate that by 2050 the weight of plastics in the ocean will exceed the weight of fish in the ocean!

The particles from these plastics are unfortunately consumed by marine life, as they mistake the foreign objects for food. Sea turtles often mistake plastic bags as jellyfish and end up starving, never knowing they didn’t actually eat a jellyfish. Not to mention the toxins from these plastics are linked to a plethora of health problems for marine life and for us humans, who consume the fish.

This is a very daunting and troubling issue that is not going to be solved by just a few. To make a change we all need to do what we can, starting with just one simple thing in our lives. That could be bringing reusable bags to the grocery store, using a reusable water bottle, or refusing plastic straws at restaurants. The World Oceans Day website, as well as many others like Plastic Oceans have plenty of great resources and ideas on how we can do our part!

Writing and photography by: Katy Claire Funke

Reflections

I still see you
in the mirror —

like one we shared.

Only this time
it shattered

into
everywhere.

Into the roses
blooming

into the shadows —
the remnants
still shine

the silver storm
of your eyes

as they saw
what also
shone in mine.

Shards of you
pattern the sky
in a mosaic of night

I seek every glimmer
of your every light.

A mercury
of reflections
slips into the seas
of my mind

and into anywhere
I might find beauty

as you once taught me to.

How I longed
to see the world
from your point of view.

And why I look for you in me
I wish I knew
,

when to hold a piece
would cut
too deep

( to hold what was —
or what couldn’t be )

as you were always
somewhere
I couldn’t go.

Still
my mind opens doors
down halls of glass
in a house of mirrors

where I hope to find you
everywhere.


Writing & photography by: Katy Claire Funke

Watercolors

In the twilight we marvel
at this watercolored world.

Our eyes, a blend
with the marbled sea
and the sky’s pearlescent peach.

I try to outline the horizon,

but in dampened air
my pen just bleeds.

The sea breeze paints us
soft and blue
as we slip into the mist.

We share a sacred
intimacy —

within our souls
our time exists.

( The strokes we make
defining depths
just cause more drips
and swell the canvas. )

So instead,

we swim
in azure and ink

admiring
how every artist

paints love

so differently.


Writing & Photography by: Katy Claire Funke

Mother’s Day Poems

Garden

She taught me how to tend the garden
planted in my soul:

the times to sow,
the times to to prune,
to nourish, protect and cradle.

But never neglect
to pray with hope —
for the blooms will come back,
( they will always come back
).


On the beach today

On the beach today
curled up in the warm island sand
mothers hold their babies in the surf.

I’ve heard mothers described as
islands :
safe places to land.
But they also must be
oceans :
endless depths of surging love.


Mom’s store

My mother owned the only grocery store in town.
Yes, only a grocery store,
but equal to a kingdom
in my little girl brain.

This is my mom’s store!
I would exclaim,
as if she were a queen.
They would tell me,
you look just like her.
A statement instantly perking up my princess crown.


Artist

She claims to have no artistry
yet,
an artist is all I see.

In ways she paints in scents of color
with arms outstretched like salvia
in flowers she plants the love for others —
her heart of honeyed dahlia.


Writing and featured image by: Katy Claire Funke

My obsession with florals comes from my mom. Here are some shots from her garden this Mother’s Day: