Words of a painter about art, painting and other thoughts about life, death and things that get in the way.
Your poem now has set me wondering as to going on in that vast basin of oceans. Beach trash is now no longer. just beach trashHave a nice Sunday AnnellMuch love...
The food chain ... human detritus ... some sparkles ... morning comes.
I love this poem full of the beauties of the beach, along with the detritus humans leave behind. I especially love the maidens in the form of blue herons. So lovely.
Oh this is lovely!! I especially love those blue herons :D
There is so much that one can find in beach trash. I will never think of it the same way again. An evocative poem, Annell!
As someone else has already said, "Man-made is ugly." Our detritus will be the death of us. I wish it could be otherwise. I love the blue heron maidens.Elizabeth
This strikes me as a sad indictment on the ways in which humanity encroaches upon nature.....chasing away the blue heron maidens that were once so plentiful!
The sadness of the circle of life and death are spelt out so clearly here and it is not difficult to place ourselves at the scene as well particularly those of us that have known unbearable grief.
seldom do we recognize what remains beach trash nowOne often wonders what the outcome of all the goodness after sometime! Such is the cycle of life that keeps progressing to end in an unsung manner as trash! Hank
this feels like the pull of breathing - how much effort it can be and yet we make it past midnight and another day comes
Reads well.Is that meant to be 'eludes' in the second line? (Sorry, I can't help it. I'm one of that sorry bunch called editors.) :)