Upon a beach
must after sought
feet our toes
the fingers they
know
That which all
wish to walk
small grains of
sand
do so talk
A pearl saith I
can so become
if the wise oyster
takes me in
The sun shinning
down
backs hot
into the sea
all run for comfort
Salty skin
fresh ocean
smell
towel drapped
around
does make
all feel well
While foot print
in the sand
left I
when turning back
thundering of a wave
did I so hear
I glance back
ocean reclaimed
that which
was hers
There is a loving feel about this poem. We are all but a grain of sand under someones eyes. We leave our footprints on this earth where ever we go. A great write my friend and thanks for sharing it. David
Another beauty.....love that it's about the ocean and all its wonders.....Grains of sand we all be, finite pieces throughout eternity... marci.xo
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This is a strangely appealing piece - with its awkward, staccato rhythm and its warm recognizable images of the sea. Great title too. There is much depth beneath your waves. love, Allie xxxx