Grace @ Clearwater Beach, Florida
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sun-licked waters
over blue-drunk sky
I tread
eager for wiggly fish
and though each tide
repeats an old song
bounding waves
break against my feet
soft feathers
of green-stemmed blooms
I cannot count
nor put them in a vase
Posted for D'verse Poets Pub - In 40 words or less ~ Thanks for the visit ~
smiles... no need to count them... what a lovely capture grace...makes me yearning for the sea...
ReplyDeleteLooks like you used all 40; I went with lunes, and skated in at 35, & like you, used my own photos to illustrate 5 of them. liked your lines /and though each tide/repeated an old song/.
ReplyDeleteThe last stanza really provides a great contrast to the rest of the wonderful images you paint.. that contrast is what I really love.
ReplyDeleteoh while it may be an old song, it is still a good one....smiles...i need to get back to the beach and just listen to the waves....the blue drunk sky is a cool image as well....let me know if you find wiggly fish...smiles.
ReplyDeleteThis is really beautiful, Grace. Indeed those 'blooms' cannot be easily restrained by anything like a vase. I hope you are enjoying the ocean.
ReplyDeleteI love the last two stanzas. I know the feeling well and I like the image of our inability to put them anywhere other than where they live, those green and feathery blooms.
ReplyDeleteMost excellent, Grace. Very cool beginning. I also like the idea that each tide repeats an old song.
ReplyDeleteall the words are equally beautiful creating wonderful pictures...
ReplyDeletepicturesque!!
ReplyDelete"and though each tide
repeats an old song"
sometimes i think maybe thats true... each tide maybe does sing a song left behind by God himself!
Well this one REALLY is a painting, with splashes of moods and colours, wistful thoughts, personal moments and intriguing ending...staying in nature and not captured.
ReplyDeleteJust beautiful Grace and I love your header:))
ReplyDeleteTo be by the sea and just lets the waves roll as you stroll, nice indeed
ReplyDeletegreat memories are usually attached to old songs, and with each wave comes that burst of enjoyment and nostalgia... lovely
ReplyDeleteBeautiful. I love the imagery of the vase.
ReplyDeleteIt is always new, always something that cannot be bottled and taken away. How beautifully expressed!
ReplyDeleteAn agelessness punctuated with colorful imagery- very nice!
ReplyDeleteGorgeous - just want to be there :)
ReplyDeleteAbsolutely beautiful!
ReplyDeleteMetaphorically brilliant! and magnificent!
ReplyDeletewhere does your inspiration come from? I love this poem.
:)
Gorgeous "blue drunk skies" "each tide repeats an old song" and that wonderful ending. I'd like to think that the ocean remembers me and has a song of remembrance for me.
ReplyDelete"bounding waves
ReplyDeletebreak against my feet
soft feathers
of green-stemmed blooms...." --so tactile, Grace, in a short piece filled with imagery. Very successful.
Forgot to mention the gorgeous photographs--particularly like the top one.
ReplyDeleteblue drunk sky - oh love that - and the tide repeating the old song - could feel the sea air - lovely
ReplyDeleteI find beaches have a lovely calming effect Grace, you have written this so very well.
ReplyDeleteNice pic Grace..I have been to that beach..I would enjoy a blue drunk sky..
ReplyDelete"blue drunk skies" is a winner and the white bird in the photo… I love it. ENJOY it.
ReplyDeleteThose last two stanzas really brought me joy! Lovely poem
ReplyDeleteLovely images and concepts.
ReplyDeleteI like "blue-drunk sky" and your beautiful ending, Grace...thanks for sharing the beach scene with us.
ReplyDeleteSoft feathers of green stemmed blooms that cannot be put in a vase...beautiful image.
ReplyDeleteprose never, but sometimes poems share the glimpse of things :)
ReplyDeletejust beautiful..
ReplyDeletelovely...so masterful.....
ReplyDeleteBeauty that cannot be contained...this is glorious Grace. I love it! :-)
ReplyDeleteI cannot count
ReplyDeletenor put them in a vase
Life's choices are plentiful. One just can't make it easy for oneself. Nicely Grace!
Hank
this is lovely! I love the opening and the feathering waves...even if the vase lay empty in the end...the experience sounds lovely.
ReplyDeletethis is elegant. i kept re-reading the first couple lines especially. i love the mood you establish.
ReplyDeleteeffortless capture, Grace. Good week to you ~
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