Sam Kauffman Poet Free verse

Sea Glass

Sea Glass 7-11-24
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Sea Glass

On strands and shoals, waves of rolling tides,
 Neither pro nor biased, 
Tumble castoff vessels, emptied of purpose,
Into scattered shards of sharp amber remnants
  Piercing tender soles.

Bits of blue and green edges,
 Rub up against mica’s pearls,
Refined by fool’s gold -
Brokenness in metamorphosis
 By stoic tidal pulses
And lurching tide’s undulations.

Discarded gypsies from bonfire’s passions
 Laughter, nostalgia and desolate strolls
Gestating in a matte chrysalis,
Life’s thesaurus honed into shapeless dregs
 By gritty fingers rising 
  From the cold fire of the abyssal plains.

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Marikate Kingston September 28, 2024 at 8:26 PM Sea glass is so beautiful and exciting to find, especially the blue pieces I think. I love your beautiful imagery, it makes me feel like I am sitting at the beach, smelling, feeling, relaxing and smiling. Your second stanza is my favorite Sam.

I Am Anaya August 9, 2024 at 10:34 AM I love the intro, Sam. I wasn't fortunate enough to learn of sea glass, never heard of it, until the contest. You've covered so much in a few stanzas, the imagery and metaphors are brilliant, as I am angered about the polluted oceans, (plastic) beautiful sea glass doesn't seem to bother me. ha. Did you place? I'm faving! xo

Kim Rodrigues July 11, 2024 at 6:52 PM Rubbing my bare foot as I read: Piercing tender soles. Love the imagery in second verse. That third verse invites us to look into the fire, examine the past…so much there. A fave, Sam! Sam Kauffman July 14, 2024 at 12:01 PM Hi Kim! I am so deeply touched by your wonderful, thoughtful response to this poem. I kept thinking that before it became sea glass these bits of glass were shards from broken bottles that could pierce our "souls - soles." I an so honored by your fav. Many thanks! Sending you many blessings!

Paige Hind July 11, 2024 at 1:09 PM This has a haunting feel to it...I can picture the glass rubbing on feet, physically and spiritually...some things just get to you. Gorgeous writing, Sam :) Sam Kauffman July 14, 2024 at 11:58 AM Thank you so much, Paige. Having grown up on the beaches of the NW, I loved going on a treasure hunt looking for sea glass to put into a vase or jar like precious jewels reflecting the light. Sending you many blessings for your thoughtulness.