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Poems from the Sea Shore
Here, on the seashore,
the whisper of waves,
splashed with a flash of sun,
wind fingering the hair,
the light a delight,
and wordless this world
though its beauty be
configured in words.
The scything of the sea,
the land seized in snippets,
grey stones, red rocks,
gelatinous mudflats,
blue on white striations.
Seagull wings
snipping celestial ribbons,
salt caked keen on lips,
sea weed scents sensed
yet never seen.
Captivated we stand here,
unattached our single wings,
save to this singular beauty:
peregrine, the falcon soul,
so solitary as it soars.
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This is beautiful, Roger!
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Thank you, Tiffany. The rock is an erratic block brought down by the glacier, years and years ago, and deposited on the beach. Everyone says it has magical properties. It certainly helps artists create art. Glad you liked it.
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