I sit and ponder
About the sea and the graves
Even Francis Drake
At dawn, bare footed, viewing as far as eyes can reach,
the water’s edge advances and recedes along the beach.
Before me I see a carpet of half-buried shells of sea-creatures,
tide washed and rippled in sodden sand along the beach.
I move, exploring, sodden sand oozing between my toes,
beyond me the wavelets breaking on the sand along the beach.
Behind me, my wandering trail is blurred and indistinct,
as the water’s edge advances and recedes along the beach.
At mid-day, on the soft dry sand behind the water’s edge,
undressed worshippers lie in the sun that beats down along the beach.
At night, the moon’s reflection at the water’s edge
resembles sea serpents playing in the wavelets along the beach.
Alternative haven for the Daily Post's mourners!
Mainly through the lens of a Nikon
This picayune world, my own private Lilliput.
Random musings on life, society, and politics.
A writer's journey
Thoughts and Perspectives From the Mind of a Common Girl
From the Existential to the Mundane - From Poetry to Prose
My streams of thought meet here
Reflections on Life through poetry, essays and photos
Aroused by Arête, a meditating logophile
And then I stop and sit and eat.
Das Leben eine einzige Collage
Sharing a world of joy with photos and words