Lifted by ocean wave they slammed against rock
until crushed and scattered.
Tossed and churned out of control-
edges melt into powdery, mottled, sculpted forms
reflecting a subtle softer light.
Cloudiness changed
from dull grey to cobalt blue, sea foam white.
My edges, once sharp and eager
are now softened and tempered.
becoming pumiced and pitted
with each approaching wave.
Shuffling along with millenniums of
quartz, granite, and basalt through
high and low tide.
By the wink of moonlight
traveling dark waters bravely till
dawn.
It must be the reason I gather them season upon season,
trying to find all the fragments
that have found the shore once more
as the ocean’s muddy fingers toss them back upon the sand.
I gather them in baskets so that I can remember.
Very nice… I still give out as gifts, as I find them.
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Thanks- they are lovely and invite contemplation
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I remember gather them as a kid, they are truly treasured trash… polished by the sea.. I can see a metaphor in that polishing.
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Causes one to contemplate for sure! Thanks for your comments
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Lovely colourful imagery.
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Thank you! Worked hard on this piece
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This is soo pretty!!! ❤️
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Thank you so much ! Put in the time on it!
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My first time here I think? And I find your work to be very pleasing and pleasingly visceral – feeling beneath the skin of things… Nice deft touch at the close too… I will be back for more, for sure…
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Thanks so much. I worked hard on editing this piece to keep the images consistent throughout.
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Thanks so much for your thoughtful comments . I worked hard trying to keep structure,tone and the imagery consistent
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Beautiful. I like how the science of it all is blended into this so elegantly. I especially enjoyed this image…”as the ocean’s muddy fingers toss them back upon the sand”
Thanks for joining in with us at dVerse!
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Thanks so much for hosting! I always find support and encouragement on these open link nights. I like the idea of muddy fingers too! Glad I stuck to my guns on that one.
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Your poem has the delicacy of sea glass , especially in the lines:
‘edges melt into powdery, mottled, sculpted forms
reflecting a subtle softer light.
Cloudiness changed
from dull grey to cobalt blue, sea foam white’
and
‘Shuffling along with millenniums of
quartz, granite, and basalt through
high and low tide.
By the wink of moonlight
traveling dark waters bravely till
dawn.’
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Thanks so much! I’ve spent some midnight oil on this one! Really appreciate your supportive comments.
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You’re more than welcome – sorry it was a bit late!
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Beautifull description
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Thank you! I feel akin to sea glass- pitted and polished- always learning
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