Best Beachcombing Poems

Early morning 
and I walk the shoreline
of my waking mind,
picking over what has been
washed up, the tidal spoils
dislodged from a dream,
scattered memories,
the flotsam of time.

These are what I lay
upon a page, 
the beach strewn litter
from a throw away age
and weathered sea shells 
that speak, murmur into 
a listening ear the incantations 
of the deep.
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Clouds floating across the azure blue sky like sailing ships over   serene sea on a sunny afternoon
 Two barefooted boys beachcomb the warm sandy beach leaving footprints behind 

  Unaware that there is another world around them
listening only to the resonant sonorousness sounds of the sea
cold sea air rolling inland ruffled ...

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Waiting, watching, listening for the storm to reach the shore.
Swirling the waters cauldron; lifting the ocean floor.
Relocating and destroying - beachcombing aft the wind has blown.
Walk the sands of turmoil - collecting cuttlebone....

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Ah, wish I were gone beachcombing...

... among the fewest fondest words
     conjuring up simple, sparkling joys
      in a seemingly pointless pastime
       when the whole world of waged work
        wants me to do only...

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I grow sands with you;
More than time slip by...a kiss—
From my world's ocean....

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