Beach Threads

Blind witnesses
Miles of shuttered houses
Face the sun and sea.

Trashy novel

Display of good taste
The sea throws back ashore
A trashy novel

 

Sound of infinity
Surf grinding pebbles to sand
With each wave tumble.

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Cloud watcher and dreamer sometimes wise, often foolish, but I am what I am.
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16 Responses to Beach Threads

  1. john zande says:

    What was the title?

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  2. Les maisons sont vides?
    Peut-etre je viens …….
    Ton poeme est elegant et esthรฉtique.

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    • emmylgant says:

      Merci. J’essaie un peu de minimalisme. ๐Ÿ™‚
      Oui, les maisons sont vides! ce n’est pas la saison… quelques unes sont a vendre, d’autres a louer.

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  3. PapaBear says:

    The sea is a lady. She would naturally reject trashy things. She grinds shells and pebbles only to soothe her restless spirit. Liked this, Em. Nice.
    Paul

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  4. makagutu says:

    Was there a tsunami or this is just evidence of human activity on our seas, polluting it everywhere they go?

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  5. I can hear the gulls

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  6. arjaybe says:

    The petty, temporal concerns of humans (seasonal cottages, trashy books) against the timeless (effay) indifference of the sea. As usual, your images are well lighted.

    rjb

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