Clawing our Way Down and Up

Crabshufflesover shell,slides backwardinto sandlike sun behind starand light falls,pinkgrows paler,sandbecomes sponge. I wonderif the spongeof this shellholds an echoof all I no longer hear,a sound waveshufflingbehind the lightof my ear,a reverberationfrom outer space,not my space,to settlein the place of the shellof this shorelike the kissfrom your lipsI feelpressing into mine,still. I shufflebackwards,lean into all that […]

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WORDLESS WEDNESDAY; IRISH COASTLINE, RUSH BEACH

Who knew rocks left actual human shaped footprints It’s wordless Wednesday but it you are looking for words to read, visions to marvel at and a deep dive into poetry then look no further than Black Bough Poetry’s latest anthology, currently No.1 on Amazon for poetry collections and our WordPress muse Merril D. Smith is […]

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SEA AND SAND

  Sand slips under foot like memory into mind, waves wash up along a country lane leading down into a secreted sea, past a thistle that pricks not; so much beauty cannot bear a beast. There is breath in these back fields I recall on the curve of this spiral game, returning like these tides […]

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AFTER THE TIDE

  Light. These are the days were we look to see where the light lingers longer. We rise like crabs up, after the tide has fallen, up, through solid sand now sinking, we can only wait so long- can only hold so much weight (in these days where we cannot hold at all) before we […]

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TIME ON THE TIDE, PART 9; TRUSTING TIME

  We slip and slide like grains of sand that the sea seduces as time sweeps over us, combing us into compact companions that come apart after the sun shines and the warmth dries us up, how we hate the sand that slips between the cracks when we are parted from the shore and so […]

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