and post notes and photos about your poem like Thomas Mansfield.
I was recently on holiday in the island of Madeira, a Portugeuse island in the Atlantic Ocean. The hotel's rooms all faced the ocean. It was so relaxing and soothing to sit and listen to the sea roll in and roll out again, tossing the black basalt rock pebbles back and forth as the tide ebbed and flowed. Even the coarse sand is black. The island had been volcanic and the terrain shows that too.. wild rugged and steep sided in many places.
Anyway. You have the mental picture.. I hope you enjoy it as much as I enjoyed sitting, listening, watching and writing....