The briny’s ebbed and now far out of sight
And all around a vast expanse we see
With debris left by the retreating sea.
And stretch of golden sand, a real delight.
On rocks are barnacles there clinging tight
Waiting for next high tide to set them free.
A risky life they have, you must agree,
Being at the mercy of the tide each night.
Now on mudflats left by departing tide
This wader slowly struts and keeps keen eye,
Searching to see where the lugworms may hide.
Hoping to spot sand spirals there to try.
Each one he stabs as he then wanders wide
For those lugworms are vital food supply.
Categories:
lugworms, animal, beach, food,
Form: Sonnet
WALKING
Gravel beach walking is noisy -
Small shells breaking, all empty.
Grind tiny gravel, stones flying out;
Pound small sand to finer grains.
Looking back you see no marks in the beach,
No trace of footsteps, in the aggregate.
On a sandy beach, no footfall noise -
Sand turning to dust in your tread.
But look back and mark
A clear path of tracks
From the very beginning of your journey.
Yet the silent sea erases all :
Soon gone forever.
Only lugworms and hermit crabs
Are unaffected by the tide.
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Categories:
lugworms, beach, life,
Form: Imagism
Sitting near the ocean's edge,
with my ever present pad and pen,
I watch a lugworm burrow down
through the muddy cracks and crevices
in the wet sand, perhaps creating his own
underground moats and castles.
And like this lowly lugworm, I, too,
burrow down through the sand, searching
in every crack, cranny and crevice
for just the right word to finish my poem.
I run my fingers through the sand,
each grain a word.
Categories:
lugworms, ocean, poetry,
Form: Free verse