Sunday, April 23, 2017

April 23, 2017 Sunday's Whirligig #108 -- The Sunday Wordle # -- Poets United Poets Pantry/ Beach Trash



the kitten softly curls against me                it is no longer midnight


a time sleep eludes me                    no longer blinded by darkness                   


it is morning              in memory                  i step out onto the deck      


it has been many moons                  since maidens in the form of blue herons




have greeted me there         the seagulls fly and fight for morsels          scream


play tough-of-war on the beach                  the dead and dying  rot there


you could not say                  life at sea is peacetime         to eat or be eaten


their lives are a game of       hide and seek      glass balls or fisherman’s floats




wash ashore               sparkle among the beach trash                   the bits and pieces


the dead bodies        no longer what they were                no longer full of color


flashing through the water          but colorless                       tied together in death


seldom do we recognize       what remains                                    beach trash now      


April 23, 2017






gillena cox said...

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 trash

Have a nice Sunday Annell

Much love...

indybev said...

The food chain ... human detritus ... some sparkles ... morning comes.

Sherry Blue Sky said...

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.

Sanaa Rizvi said...

Oh this is lovely!! I especially love those blue herons :D

Mary said...

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!

april-pad-challenge-day-23 said...

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.


C.C. said...

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!

Old Egg said...

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.

kaykuala said...

seldom do we recognize
what remains
beach trash now

One 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!


Jae Rose said...

this feels like the pull of breathing - how much effort it can be and yet we make it past midnight and another day comes

colonialist said...

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.) :)