I passed this shovel half-buried in the sand on the beach two days in a row. It called to me for today’s #poemsketch. I have such lovely memories of collecting shells at the beach as a kid.
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So few words bring back so many memories of walking the beach to collect shells and sharks teeth, too.
Isn’t it amazing how poems find the writer? It’s kinda magical.…the poem and that one can carry angel wings in a bucket.
I do like your poem sketches, Laura. The word lugging is a good one. I remember the day my daughter had so many shells in her bucket that my husband and I had to lug it home. Then, there was the time when on vacation, Devin decided to pack specialities from the beach in her luggage. It’s amazing how your one little poem conjured up those memories for me.
I love that, Carol! That’s one of the joys of short poems–great images, but general enough to spark your own memories:>) THank you:>)
Your poem sketches are a wonderful example of the power of a few carefully selected words.
I could walk a shoreline forever.… Your poem makes me long to start now. Cowries. How I love that word. Your poemsketches are marvelous. I adore them. Peace. x