We came to sunny branscombe for the day
roselle leading us to the silent walk beach
exercises, words on paper and it flowed
it was such a blooming pleasure to be lying on the beach
thinking words.
then lunch
umm
homity pie and stolen chips
a bowl in pebbles
filled with more pebbles, controlled pebbles, spilling pebbles, coloured pebbles,
thought pebbles.
sand
sunburn
the revealing
stories.
home again
jiggity jig.
the sea air possessed me
this holey stone /
ReplyDeletestill more matter than not /
on the cusp of being and becoming /
if I could slip through this eye of stone /
I too am coming of age / my atoms /
will decline and recycle me back into /
everything
as comments go.............. that is the best yet
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