Faye Gibson Poet Free verse

Gifts From the Tide

Constantly she toils 
in the darkness of the heaving sea
gathering treasures into her aprons deep;
twice a day she knocks, panting,
at the shoreline’s wide stretching door,
and scatters her abundant gifts
for vagabonds like me to reap.

Copyright, October 24, 2014
Faye Lanham Gibson

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Mary Helmic June 28, 2015 at 8:19 PM Faye, my partner & I are so enamored of your poem we would like to use it in the introduction of a photography book titled "On the Shore." Could you please contact us so that we could discuss this with you? Your words beautifully match his photographic images. Thanks for responding. [email protected]

Brenda Meier-Hans October 24, 2014 at 4:31 PM Beautiful Faye. I can see you walking there collecting the treasures. Maybe you would enjoy my poem, Island of Silt. It's also about the tide.

Dan Helppi October 24, 2014 at 3:24 PM This poem brought me completely to that place my family and I visited last summer, Homer Alaska-right when the tide was at its greatest disparity. Thank you for the image. Very nice poem!

Jan Allison October 24, 2014 at 2:02 PM INCREDIBLE personification Faye - I am surrounded by the sea on our little Island - straight into faves and a 7 from me - this is simply fabulous!!! hugs jan xxx