Once upon a time on the sands she thought she found true love
then one day he went his way what was she dreaming of
now she walks the shoreline alone along the low water mark
searching for seashells on her own from sunrise until dark
at the end of the tunnel there's always a light
a ray of hope in the darkest night
every black cloud has a silver lining
it's in there somewhere bright and shining
one day at the beach she met a man later they were lovers
strange to say he moved away left her for another
now she strolls the shoreline alone all along the high tide mark
searching for seashells on her own from sunup until dark
and when love leaves home what's there to do
surrender to sadness and sing the blues
when love leaves home what's to be done
but live with the madness 'til the pain is gone
seagulls cry above
silver ripples softly, hum
best shoreline shaper
by Zyrool
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she knows mine
wake
how 'tiz my
each
'side hers
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i know she waits
morningz
for
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remember
tap
Eyes staring at the fading sun
as my lover sailed away
tears became the shoreline
she hated my tortured mind
I hated the river
of depression
The river waved good bye
*Inspired by the photo from the internet
Through blades of grass, sun's centerpiece
Shines brighter, watching light increase
Thoughts get sharper, mind is more clear
With globe in my hands, all is near
Still reflections, enough to walk
With words of truth, now I can talk
Along this peaceful lake shoreline
There's no-one here, the world is mine
Heidi Sands
2/25/22
8 Syllables
Maybe it's better to roam about unnoticed
To do your thing with so much pride
That you forget that some see it as a competition
That where you are in life
Is where you need to be even if you dont make waves just yet
Have you noticed that the shoreline does its work without praise
Its duty without being reminded
Yet for order to remain even the shoreline has an important part to play
I will be like the shoreline; do what is required to the best of my ability
No matter who notice
In the end it is not about being seen
It's about what will speak for you when you cant
©09112021
A crinkled shore on the Upper Peninsula.
We are hunting Golden Eagles.
Cameras fully loaded.
You find a small stone,
on it, a crimp and cockle
of wind and waves
has rucked an impression
of an eagle in flight.
“It's only ripple art, not even
a good depiction,
just water-wear. “
I say.
You throw it back into Lake Huron,
won’t hold my hand,
won’t even look at me,
until I admit the possibility
of prophetically placed crinkles.
The earth is as fluid as the sea itself
Like these thoughts which have no
ultimate or fixed reality
As the tide rises, in waves of silver
To touch the edges of wet sand
Like tears sparkling that edge over
With no boundaries losing itself to shores
Contemplating this life of the shore
A truth that is just beyond our grasp
And what truth lies in these words
That are like small creatures coming to shore
And finding their existence
to be pulled under once more
The echoes of the past, beat and surf
Shaping, changing this stream of life
Flowing toward an unknown, unseen future
To discover the excitement of a new world
In the long rhythm of the sea, in an instant I see
time flowing with determination
to push these boundaries.
And like this mind, has gained a new perspective
As we navigate and create and become
one with the universe
And those low tides, creating space
to carry us into shallow waters
As we build a new shoreline, our very own
Sparkling with waves surfing with broad smiles!
10.6.2021
Contest: Mindfulness
We are like rocks on the shoreline,.
The waves come in like the feelings we experience daily,
they wash over us, but we remain there day after day.
The waves build our character with each one that rolls in.
Knowing these waves keep coming we become familiar with them over time,
we ride out the highs and the lows of our lives.
They strengthen us and weaken us,
but we learn to adapt to each wave as they roll in.
All through these continual waves of feelings our will keeps us going forward.
As I walk through the seashore
I hear the gentle sound of the waves
I feel the cool breeze of the wind that flashes through
I feel the waves in my feet
A little water sprinkle over me
I see the reflection of the sky as I look through the water
All blue as I can see
I take off my slipper and emerge into the cool seawater
I have a great time swimming and looking through the bottom
Group of fishes swimming through as I see
I even feel some of them in my feet
I see corals of different sizes
White stones scattered around
I get some for good memories to keep
I suddenly struck by enormous and extraordinary shells
I was delighted with what I found
Very beautiful white shells that I haven't seen before
Captivated by what I see, I get some again.
I swim back into the surface heading towards the shoreline
As I open this beautiful seashell clam I’m delighted at what I found
A beautiful white pearls inside of it
Keeping them as a remarkable remembrance
In the beautiful seawater.
Unconnected Footles
fun words
thoughts tour
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Long years
Jade tears
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Expand
Seive gains
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heart hunts
long nerve
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shoreline
foot prints
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touch God
dance oft
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winds flare
hopes rise
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soul blessed
grace placed
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wrens meet
birds’ song
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(c) sally Young eslinger 2021
So soothing on her skin, moist wind from the sea
The waves stretching and folding back on itself
as the setting sun sinks on the horizon....
view from the shoreline.
Date written: 12/17/2020
What if the sea stopped moving,
lay as still as setting concrete?
And all around the gulls
scolded a lament
as seals flapped aimlessly,
trying to raise a swell.
With cormorants stranded on a rock
as poised as a question mark,
while crabs scuttled everyway
as if dancing on hot plates,
becoming the uncovered prey
of seabirds and small boys.
The rumblings of thunder
Appearing out of nowhere
It was sunny just seconds ago
Ran inside the abandoned beach house
Right near the shoreline
Trying to create a new normal
In this abnormal time
The swishes of grey hues
Swirled into a huge mess
There’s no sighting
Of anyone else
Nothing else
The once crowded benches
Now deserted and dusty
I don’t hear any cheery voices
Just the whistling of the
Leafy sakura trees
Seems like a lifetime ago
The long long long
Road
They stunt on
Like it’s their catwalk
Guys and girls alike
Checking themselves out
In the dark tinted windows of the
Library
Not for educational purposes
The simple social interactions
The wave to acquaintances
The friendly hellos and hi’s
The tiniest things
That didn’t mean much then
But actually mean so much
It be like those kind of times
The panorama's full-blown dreary
My legs and feet uncommon weary
Birds unseen, private counsel keep
Silent shoreline, ocean deep
My eyes espy a mallard duck forlorn
bobbing up and down on white-capped waves
His summer friends and feathers winter-shorn
Would the icy water prove his grave?
Hark! On far horizon a ray of yellow shines
O, would the friendly sun return in time
To lift the hearts of mallard duck, and me
'fore daylight plunges back into the sea
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