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Day 1: The First Full Day
Today, we met up with our hometown friends (yes, from Canada) for breakfast on the boardwalk. Continue reading
Day 1, Part Deux
Things on the beach, round 2:
- butterfly shell guys digging in the sand
- a turtle made of sand, complete with a seaweed toupée and a water bottle
- another sand flea (actual creature, not flea made from sand haha)
- 1 sea urchin
- 1 fish head (please don’t let the song get in my head…..)
- 1 couple stopping for a lil’ make-out session (don’t see that often….. mostly families, but even couples don’t usually do much of the PDA stuff, not that it’s a problem or anything haha, just unusual hence its inclusion on the list!)
- 1 creep-o-zoid (plus, being bald with a sunburnt face is a strange look, folks….. just FYI 😉 haha)
- 1 school of fishies
- 1 gorgeous sun
Castles (September 2006)
This poem was written last year, when my sister challenged me to write about Florida. Castles, castles, in the sand….. Anyway, hope you enjoy 🙂
Castles
it isn’t silence
the sound of light winds
muffled by the white
soft underfoot
recently blessed by sun
sings to the water
tucking, buckling,
racing chariots of miniature waves
leaving treasures to be found
and closely examined
by little hands and feet
the passing curious
whose eyes stray easily
landing upon the pier
with the fishermen ready
dinner in mind
(or maybe pizza tonight)
looking from face to smiling face
everyone knows
everyone feels
it’s love at first breath
sound
touch
sight
and smell
cleansing salty air
performs a miracle
delivering its message of peace
infiltrating lungs with purity
seaweed and all
inciting song and dance for many
and adoration for all
Copyright L.M. 2006. (yes, this is a repost, but if you didn’t want to download the .doc file you can now read it here.)
My Tiny Bag of Sand (February 2007)
under every pyramid
and bodies freshly tanned
finds the topic of my poem
it’s my tiny bag of sand
I can see it in my mind
like ideas newly planned
a little piece of Heaven
is my tiny bag of sand
people walk along the coastline
picking shells up in their hand
but they’ll never grasp the concept
of my tiny bag of sand
it’s my beauty, it’s my pleasure
it’s my way around the bland
it reminds me of a better day
my tiny bag of sand
Copyright L.M. 2007. (alternate end stanza:
it’s my beauty, it’s my pleasure
it’s my way around the bland
it reminds me of a better day
on vacation, far away
idolizing Hemingway
my tiny bag of sand )
They match my personality
I have a particular fondness for animals that are just a little quirky. Some of my favourite creatures include:
- sloths
- lemurs
- flying squirrels/sugar gliders
- grasshoppers
- leafhoppers
- praying manti
- caterpillars
- sowbugs/pillbugs
- tiny mauve butterflies
- worms
- slugs
- snails
- frogs
- salamanders
- crabs
- the little creatures inside butterfly shells that bury themselves in the sand when they get washed up on shore…..
The list goes on…..
Serious Reflection
back on the isles
a confusing white mess
a figurehead files
off her silvery tress
standing up straight
never meant taking aim
in sinking her plait
you avoid taking blame
she walks along, slow
with a bird on each hand
her tumultuous glow
mirrors water on sand
and this do you cross
with your opening light
upon the wave’s toss
in the soft silken sight
your pining betrays you
as you spy from afar
your pining betrays you
as you gaze at her star
your pining betrays you
too distracted to note
your pining betrays you:
her locks are afloat
Copyright L.M. 2007.
Clips
Here are some clips of things I saved looooooooong ago.
sleepy sleepy quiet and weepy
wand’ring, floating over land
turn me o’er so you can’t see me
i don’t think you’d understand
My horns have shifted still I hold my head up where are you my angel whose smile lifts me up..i need you but i don’t need anyone
i’d like a pancake pillow upon which i’d sleep, to silence the sizzle with rest in the deep [this was initiated because I’d often thought pancakes would make great pillows…..]
from the boy who wonders to the man who thinks and a father who knows…..
to the man who snuggles with a dream when in reality grasps only a wrinkled sheet
it’s all about the ducks. except the part that’s all about the sea turtles.
when my cat is staring at my coat, i wonder what he’s thinking
when my cat is staring at the powerbar cord an inch from his face, i wonder what he’s thinking
when my cat is staring at the bare wall an inch from his face, i wonder what he’s thinking
how I love my half orange. Almost as much as my little fluffy thing. Almost as much as my magic mouse. [??!!]
knowledge sought on the subject of that which is disliked yields a greater appreciation of life
ahh to be a jangling bag of body parts….. [again: ??!!]
neko o tabemasu! taihen oishii desu!
a lost crumpet in a sea full of breadstuff [followed by:]
i think that metaphor was more complicated than it was worth…..! [haha]
i’m a sexy vixen ;)….. and I just fell down the stairs.
darn you, Glosette raisins! you will single-handedly beat my will-power to bits….. very yummy, chocolatey, raisiny bits….. [my weakness is chocolate, so sue me! ha]
seeding started: check. litterbox cleaned: check. shower: check. studying: ….. what do you think?
fast/junk food diet: check. extra 10 pounds from procrastinating: priceless.
note to tummy: please stop craving cinnaparts when you are stuffed and hurty
I held a shell up to the Sun
brushed away the hardened sand
sending light into the water
and I was calm
I took a flower in my hand
let the dew drip from the petals
into my open palm
and I was calm
So there you have it…… an amalgamation of random notes, messages, insights, outsights. haha
I’m not entirely sure why I decided to do this, but once I started, I couldn’t seem to stop. Well, there you go!
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