Writing Ideas: Photograph Your Small Treasures
Sea Glass
The beach is not a place to labour
Too warm and damp
And soft
Never a place to conjure flights of fancy
It rises against one’s mind
Washing away thoughts of tidy resolution
One is captured by the rhythms of the shore
Waves lapping the beach
Wind in the trees of the scrubby headland
The slow flapping of a giant tern
Skimming the surface
We fall under the spell of beach scenes
We relax
We stretch
And our thoughts flatten
Leaving our minds bare and open
As solitary as the shoreline at sunrise
The thoughts of the day
Erased
Just as the tide washes away yesterday’s markings
The jagged edges of our minds are gently smoothed
Like sea glass
This is the sea’s gift.
Alan J Wright
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