hard shell
reveals a treasure
of many species
off in the distance
a misty presence
waiting to lift
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NaPoWriMo prompt to ask questions based on prescribed words and write a poem from the answers—
What is a quahog?
A hardened shell
What is an oyster?
A holder of treasure
What is seaweed?
A cover for many soecies
What is longing?
A place in the distance
What is elusive?
A misty presence
What is fog?
A curtain waiting to lift
Sand
and water
on my feet
tide going out
coming in again
as I walk a shell line
or wade in knee deep
caught in a clouded sky
between heaven and earth
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dVerse prompt on place. I think the beach will always be my place.
Beach hikes are the best because there is no elevation. I can walk for miles, barefooted, sand between my toes and shells strewn along the way. Waves repeating melody cancels the cares of the world, healing power of sound and saltwater.
Except in some beaches of Portugal where the hike to the small beach among rugged cliffs is near impossible. A road leads down, the surf pounds and beware of being pulled under.
In Crete the road winds along sharp curves, narrow, sometimes one lane, for miles going down until finally, there is an expanse of beach, pink sand and clear water.
in any season
this offering to the land
brought by the sea
Emojiing again
🦩🐓☁️🌊🐚👙
Today is Friday
winter wind in trees
windy day
it will blow all day
stay at home day
good day to go to beach
nobody else will be there
day
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dVerse prompt on days of the week
“………silver bells and cockle shells”
picked up on the beach
such an ordinary shell
broken to pieces
or sometimes whole
colors from browns to gray
ribbed on the outside
their wholeness is
a secret compartment
that holds heart flesh
til split in two and drifts
to you
Walk between the tide lines
Tracks haphazard then straight
run for miles northwest
into the windscape of dawn
Be the first to leave a mark
Find shell and bone
These fragments
left on the beach
will in time
become
sand
Under a super moon
Even the tides were on our side
Going out with the starlit
Moonlight change to dawn
Crunch return path
Under the belt of Orion
Trees that have always marked the way
Look different now
Their silhouette on the horizon
Unmoving
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dVverse quadrille prompt to use the word crunch – the sound of feet crunching the shells on a beach walk
Sanibel Island low tide before sunrise
still night sky waning crescent moon
so many stars in the blackness
it is hard to look down from this
did I come to search for shells or
hear the gentle lapping of the water
after the storm of last night or
marvel in the quiet of the air
a few others with their lights
shining down among the sand and shells
are searching in the low tide pool
small beacons along the beach
this moment when God said look at the sand
then God said see the stars
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