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The Sea by Jeanette Swan

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The wide sea swells with muscular power:

surges under thundering clouds.

Waves

in chaos

rush and tower,

careless of steepness,

smash

in whirls of foam,

slam

on slabs of rock.

Until

tiring,

sighing.

Rays of sunlight

slice a shredded grey sky,

sparkling silver sequins twinkle

on her scaly skin,

and the ocean lies still.

Vast and deep is the mighty sea that roars.

Yet, at curving edges, surfers ride waves,

landing softly on sandy shores.

Sleeping under an afternoon haze,

the sea stretches out between headlands:

a salty green ocean 

beneath the sky’s hot breath.

A toddler with his mother is paddling in the shallows,

where little ripples run up the beach now the storms are gone.

The Sea by Jeanette Swan

Image from Pixabay

Poem of the Day

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Beach
by Dianne Bates

A grain of sand on its own,

A tiny world

in the palm of your hand.

But still, nothing much…

Add millions of other grains,

Shape them with sea-water

And you’ve got a sand-castle.

Next add trillions and trillions of grains                                                                                                                        Getting there…

And zillions and zillions more —

Now you’re talking!

 

  • Submitted in response to Poetry Prompt #8

Prompt8

 

 

 

Dianne says: I brainstormed for a long time listing all the close encounters a child
might have — animals, insects, aliens and so on. Finished up on a beach
with a child looking at starfish. It was only when I thought of sand,
zillions of grains in close encounter with one another, that I thought of
what happens as a result. Hence this beach poem!

Poem of the Day

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Beach cones

by Monty Edwards

 

The shapes I like are conical. They taper to the tip.

Perhaps you’ve seen some shells like that when going for a dip.

Such shells are very pretty and they’re great fun to collect:

Their range of colours, streaks and spots – much more than you’d expect!

 

While at the beach you may well see a different kind of cone:

Far bigger, in a lifeguard’s hand, it’s called a megaphone.

Through this his booming voice is heard to call us back to shore.

It’s warning us of danger we’d be foolish to ignore.

 

When heading home, our swimming done, one final cone I eat.

I’m sure you’ve guessed just what it is, so icy cold and sweet!

Then as I lick the one I pick, my tongue can taste and test.

Of all the cones I’ve ever known, I like an ice-cream best!

  • Submitted in response to Poetry Prompt #3

Prompt3

Monty says: With no clear direction, I made a list of shapes, along with articles that either embodied them or words that rhymed with them. I wanted to avoid the familiar square/cube and circle/sphere and work with something specific that was less common and also three dimensional. From my list of words and ideas the resources for a seaside scenario emerged featuring the cone.