Wednesday, 24 June 2015

A Poem a Day (50): The beach

The beach 

Walking careless lines
Drawn deep in sand
Where white crabs crawl
In an endless scrawl
Dodging watery rivulets
Into kingly castles set
Again, I wonder why
Upon this bluest sky

Frail yellow petals torn
Drift on the air forlorn
Finest seaweed scattered
Misty dawn rain splattered
Below, seahorses pump air
Majestic in a cerulean lair

Dwelling on such things
Life appears to hinge
As the horizon runs free
In a silken symmetry
Dragging my mind afar
To where it fails to jar
And as it all comes to jell
I listen to this curved shell.

copyright Vickie Johnstone, June 24, 2015

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