in search of spirit, she
listens for ancient tales
builds scenes along the beach
where moving, changing sand
trickles an hourglass and
pockets polished rocks
arriving tide rolls sea glass
into her cupped hands
and sand reveals its legend
Totally Optional Prompts posts: This week, I'd like us to think about the contact points between things you wouldn't normally think had a whole lot to do with each other. For example, what do a car mechanic and a ballet dancer have in common? How might a sand dollar and a bluebird interact? Where would you find stone and fine silk together?
Watercolor by Sue
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15 comments:
Lovely expression of thoughts-
Wonderfully carefree, but so much is happening here.
I could be sitting watching this! Particularly liked the wording of the final verse, the image of the sea glass being rolled.
This has many layers of depth. Excellent.
I, too, really liked the last verse. Nicely written.
That is just beautiful...
Sea-turned stones would have the smoothness of silk.
Lucy
This is very pretty! I love that picture.
Shorelies are littered with unrelated objects that the sea transforms into uniformity.
lovely, as with all your others, this moves so well.
Your poem made me feel I was walking along the beach, dreaming of beginnings and endings. Beautiful!
for some reason the fact that glass is made of sand,, isn't it??? keeps rolling around in my head as i read this... i have to go to google to confirm... but i feel like it is.....
I wanted this to just go on and on! Almost mesmerizing!
I wish I had half the gift you do.
there is nothing like the sound of sand and sea shifting... you have captured the allure beautifully...
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