Kingsbrae 15.4
15 June 2017
Beachcombers
Low tide on the island,
the bay haloed with silence.
Wading in the distance,
tourists and school kids,
shapes wading in shallows.
Soft footprints, my past,
through a seascape of echoes:
sand at the Slipway
and
rocks at Pwll Ddu.
Another sea now,
and a similar shoreline;
same light in the sky
as, barefoot, the bathers
still hop and still stumble
over sharp pebbles.
Time walks backwards
and fills me with sorrow.
Ghosts of my mother,
my father, lost brothers.
Clouds cover the sun:
so sudden the tear-tang,
salty on tongue
“Soft foot prints of my past….”most lovely wordings,dear roger.
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Thank you, Aruna. Looking back, we see so much, including the footsteps that brought us here.
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Yeah.dear roger!!you r absolutly right.
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That is beautiful! You chose a place to settle that reminded you of home.
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Wrote that yesterday while sitting watching a school outing invade the beach. Such a bubble burst of joy and fun! It brought back so many sea-side memories.
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I love it!
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I revised it slightly while re-reading it post your message. Just word or two.
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Still lovely!
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