POETRY SATURDAY

FROM THE BEACH



A CREATIVE HARBOR

POETRY SATURDAY


BEACH HOUSE


Drive the pilings deep!
Safe from the sweep
Of the sea,
Or foamy fingers
Coming at high tide
Will search out
Every weakness,
Every flaw.

Even so,
Along the shore
There'll always be
Driftwood
At low tide:
A rotting spar,
The splintered jag
Of mast,
A fishing float 
Or flag ~ 
Grayed harbingers
Of fate,
Long dead reminders
That the sea
Can wait.

(Mary Rita Hurley)



Hugs and namaste,


Carol and ArtMuse Dog



Check out our other blog SHARE THE CREATIVE JOURNEY  filled with a variety of articles, photos, how tos, visual art and more poetry. Thanks, Carol ^_^