Feet sliding over rounded pebbles; buttocks planted uncomfortably on the shingle bank, with legs outstretched towards the incoming tide.
Eyes follow the gentle rhythm of the sea;
Watching the water ripple, the waves in their infancy;
Watching the water rise, and rise again, and again;
Watching the waves erupt as they reach the shore.
Nature's rhythm started long before I awoke;
Nature's rhythm continues even now;
Nature's rhythm will continue long after I sleep.
That was really beautifully written Frank.
ReplyDeleteLovely.
I enjoyed that Frank.
ReplyDeleteHope you didn't get too wet. :)
Hi Lynne. Thank you very much.
ReplyDeleteHi Keith. Cheers. Not as wet as working outside today!
That's very nice! So are the photos.
ReplyDelete...I somehow missed this post. I love your poetry...creative with fabulous photos! Hmmm...you've inspired me to think poetic, but I don't know if I can. I'll have to think about it...
ReplyDeleteMontanagirl. Ta very much.
ReplyDeleteKelly. I've done it again & published 2 posts close together!
I've never really written poems; it's think of the words to describing what you see, smell & hear (& cut out the rambling). I'm sure you have the talent...try it.
A beautiful post! As you know I love the sea and you have given me some ideas about photographing it that I hadn't considered - thanks!
ReplyDeleteMick. I hope it provides some inspiration & look forward to seeing how you approach it.
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