Nice. I feel the same. I love the way the sea, or ocean, keeps kissing the shore. Continuously. I love being there, looking at and listening to the water caressing the sand.
And looking for treasures.
Your poem is all of that and more, great writing.
Here's my haiku inspired by your piece, and my beloved beach:
low sun long shadows
a tinge of warmth on my cheek
winter’s gentle kiss
Stars pretend import
Even to the point of dust
Dust to dust to dust
waves crashing ashore
flowing in and flowing out
the circle of life
Nice. I feel the same. I love the way the sea, or ocean, keeps kissing the shore. Continuously. I love being there, looking at and listening to the water caressing the sand.
And looking for treasures.
Your poem is all of that and more, great writing.
Here's my haiku inspired by your piece, and my beloved beach:
shells, seaweeds, driftwood
and the odd piece of plastic -
beach bums see treasure
when the sky goes dark
and wind turns the leaves over
we are powerless
leaf layered light falls
shifting like under water
sacred late spring day