Rory Hudson

Adelaide, Australia
Rory Hudson
Adelaide, Australia

At The Beach

Rating: 5.0
Many have trod
this sandy beach
seeking for shells.

Along the shore
their footprints merge
in shifting sands.

Rising and falling
the ocean sighs
and washes all.

I stand alone
at water's edge.
I have no shells.

Looking back
I cannot tell
the way I came.
Wednesday, February 18, 2009
Chuck Audette 10 June 2009
I hope the dearth of collectibles didn't leave you shell-shocked. Wonderful poem. -chuck
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Lillian Thomas 17 May 2009
I think this is a great imagist poem, spare in details, but just enough. Clean lines, fresh vision, great little poem.
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Londiwe Buthelezi 24 March 2009
it doesn't matter where you came from, the point is you are going somewhere thats big and beautiful so you should enjoy it
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Julie Dant 27 February 2009
Maybe it doesn't matter from whence you came or what path you took to arrive there at the edge of the magnificant sea...or that you have no shells. Maybe the simple fact that you have arrived there to view perhaps the most majestic of mother nature's creations is all that is important. You will soon begin the rest of your life's journey, leaving fresh but fleeting imprints upon her sandy slate...knowing you are walking with the aim of completing THIS life's circle to reach ultimate fulfillment as you have many times before, only to begin the next round of learning with renewed eagerness and anticipation. I love this. Julie
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Marvin Brato 18 February 2009
R eaching at certain point o ften compel us to look back r eality may not be as good as expected y et life is what we make it, keep going!
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