Poem: Each Day

Each day at the beach,P1030812
The tide turns
Twice, high and low;
The wind shifts
From sea to shore;
The waves break
With news from deep.

One morning our walk,
On sand, shells, rocks,
Pulls our collars
Up to break stiff
Wind from the north,
Which assaults for faces
As we walk up.P1030874

The next sunrises;
The front pushes
The water, with wind
And tidal surges,
Now from the south,
Warming our faces,
Threatening burn.

Then, a calm day glows;
The water nearly
A mirror at dawn;
Clear water laps at
The shore, havingP1030819
Deposited piles
Of cold seaweed.

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Up here in the mountains, we have a saying, "You can't get there from here", which really means "We wouldn't go the trouble to do that". Another concept is that "If you don't know, we ain't telling." For the rest, you'll have to read between the lines.
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6 Responses to Poem: Each Day

  1. Sights.
    Sounds.
    Smells.
    All there.
    Priceless.

  2. Emily McKenney says:

    Hi Oscar, I love this poem I could read it each day and enjoy its beauty. Love, Emily

  3. Mother Suzanne says:

    I felt the wind in my collar, the sun on my back and the sand beneath my feet. Lovely.

  4. The Vicar says:

    “In the rift between what is going to happen and whatever we would wish to happen, poetry holds the attention for a space” – Seamus Heaney

    Thanks for holding the space for us to be

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