Beached

Fay Slimm.

 

Beached.


Empty sand
except for old boulders pounded
by incessant sea.

In my hand
wetly warm one polished pebble
with soothing appeal.

Tidal lands
expose jewel-smooth comfort rocks
that if used can heal. 

Granite band
girdling a middle forecasts wealth
to those who believe.

Grateful thanks 
due for alchemic fondling stones  
waiting on  beaches.       

  • Author: Fay Slimm. (Offline Offline)
  • Published: October 28th, 2022 12:36
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  • Bella Shepard

    Such a wonderful piece dear friend. Your pebble lies in wait for just the right person to come along and notice it for its simple beauty. I agree, those are often the greatest treasures. I collect fallen feathers on my morning walks and tuck them away, sealed in plastic. They are oh so precious. Thank you for sharing this delight!

  • Doggerel Dave

    I do, I do Fay - Years ago when very young I found a stone amazingly similar in size shape and composition - Nature's forces which formed it (volcanic, time, that which shaped and polished) all spoke to me through that stone. Almost a mystical experience, I think.

  • orchidee

    Good write Fay.

  • arqios

    A family tradition whenever by the shore, to pick up a couple or so of these beauties! TFS Faye.

  • Neville



    I do the very same thing .. a lovely well-rounded poem too dear Fay x



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