A bottle lies on the shoreline,
its glass warmed by the sun~
a small, bright world enclosed,
quiet as a thought the tide returned.
A lighthouse rises on its ridge.
Below it,
a sailboat drifts
toward a beach of flowers and quiet shells.
Sand dollars gleam like soft coins
the tide has chosen not to spend.
Everything inside the bottle
leans toward the open world.
I pick it up, sunlight bending
through glass, through water, through time~
and for a moment the beach, the ridge,
the drifting boat all breathe with me.
Upon horizons running line, I gaze
Where heavens sky and sea connect
Creating a shoreline with perfect edge
My serenity to enjoy tranquil thoughts
Mesmerised standing on the brink
Upon heavens shoreline enjoy standing
I stand here basking in the sun so warm
While ocean sea breeze whips across my skin.
With tranquil thoughts my mind is now at ease
Serenity to enjoy my tranquil thoughts
I gaze upon horizon's running line
Where heaven's sky and sea connect the earth.
Creating shoreline with a perfect edge
The glittering reflection in the surf.
With perfect calmness gentle waves roll in
A quiet hush, while breakers overlap.
My memory bank forever will cement
This beauty seen; that man could not create.
With every fibre deep within my soul
I sip so slowly natures perfect drink
Replenished now my heart sings out with joy
On heaven's shoreline; standing on the brink.
2018 ©
The final, phosphorescent
water slows,
To weave a microscopic lace
of white,
A meditative riverbed that
flows
Beneath the omnipresent
stars of night.
The tide returns to where it
first began,
To heal the jagged, deeply
broken floor,
To wipe away the enormous
life of men
And soften the crinkled
of the ocean.
It is a perpetual, primordial
design,
An everlasting victory over
death,
Traced softly by a entwining
line.
The wave dissolves inside the
open sea,
A brief snapshot of pure
infinity.
the shoreline my haven from life's worries
Once upon a time on the sands she thought she found true love
then one day he went his way what was she dreaming of
now she walks the shoreline alone along the low water mark
searching for seashells on her own from sunrise until dark
at the end of the tunnel there's always a light
a ray of hope in the darkest night
every black cloud has a silver lining
it's in there somewhere bright and shining
one day at the beach she met a man later they were lovers
strange to say he moved away left her for another
now she strolls the shoreline alone all along the high tide mark
searching for seashells on her own from sunup until dark
and when love leaves home what's there to do
surrender to sadness and sing the blues
when love leaves home what's to be done
but live with the madness 'til the pain is gone
seagulls cry above
silver ripples softly, hum
best shoreline shaper
by Zyrool
.
she knows mine
wake
how 'tiz my
each
'side hers
Splash'd
i know she waits
morningz
for
mine wake
Splash
'side hern
remember
tap
Eyes staring at the fading sun
as my lover sailed away
tears became the shoreline
she hated my tortured mind
I hated the river
of depression
The river waved good bye
*Inspired by the photo from the internet
Through blades of grass, sun's centerpiece
Shines brighter, watching light increase
Thoughts get sharper, mind is more clear
With globe in my hands, all is near
Still reflections, enough to walk
With words of truth, now I can talk
Along this peaceful lake shoreline
There's no-one here, the world is mine
Heidi Sands
2/25/22
8 Syllables
Maybe it's better to roam about unnoticed
To do your thing with so much pride
That you forget that some see it as a competition
That where you are in life
Is where you need to be even if you dont make waves just yet
Have you noticed that the shoreline does its work without praise
Its duty without being reminded
Yet for order to remain even the shoreline has an important part to play
I will be like the shoreline; do what is required to the best of my ability
No matter who notice
In the end it is not about being seen
It's about what will speak for you when you cant
©09112021
A crinkled shore on the Upper Peninsula.
We are hunting Golden Eagles.
Cameras fully loaded.
You find a small stone,
on it, a crimp and cockle
of wind and waves
has rucked an impression
of an eagle in flight.
“It's only ripple art, not even
a good depiction,
just water-wear. “
I say.
You throw it back into Lake Huron,
won’t hold my hand,
won’t even look at me,
until I admit the possibility
of prophetically placed crinkles.
The earth is as fluid as the sea itself
Like these thoughts which have no
ultimate or fixed reality
As the tide rises, in waves of silver
To touch the edges of wet sand
Like tears sparkling that edge over
With no boundaries losing itself to shores
Contemplating this life of the shore
A truth that is just beyond our grasp
And what truth lies in these words
That are like small creatures coming to shore
And finding their existence
to be pulled under once more
The echoes of the past, beat and surf
Shaping, changing this stream of life
Flowing toward an unknown, unseen future
To discover the excitement of a new world
In the long rhythm of the sea, in an instant I see
time flowing with determination
to push these boundaries.
And like this mind, has gained a new perspective
As we navigate and create and become
one with the universe
And those low tides, creating space
to carry us into shallow waters
As we build a new shoreline, our very own
Sparkling with waves surfing with broad smiles!
10.6.2021
Contest: Mindfulness
We are like rocks on the shoreline,.
The waves come in like the feelings we experience daily,
they wash over us, but we remain there day after day.
The waves build our character with each one that rolls in.
Knowing these waves keep coming we become familiar with them over time,
we ride out the highs and the lows of our lives.
They strengthen us and weaken us,
but we learn to adapt to each wave as they roll in.
All through these continual waves of feelings our will keeps us going forward.
As I walk through the seashore
I hear the gentle sound of the waves
I feel the cool breeze of the wind that flashes through
I feel the waves in my feet
A little water sprinkle over me
I see the reflection of the sky as I look through the water
All blue as I can see
I take off my slipper and emerge into the cool seawater
I have a great time swimming and looking through the bottom
Group of fishes swimming through as I see
I even feel some of them in my feet
I see corals of different sizes
White stones scattered around
I get some for good memories to keep
I suddenly struck by enormous and extraordinary shells
I was delighted with what I found
Very beautiful white shells that I haven't seen before
Captivated by what I see, I get some again.
I swim back into the surface heading towards the shoreline
As I open this beautiful seashell clam I’m delighted at what I found
A beautiful white pearls inside of it
Keeping them as a remarkable remembrance
In the beautiful seawater.
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