We celebrate summer with a trek to the beach. The shore beckons us to write a poem on its inspiration. As always, branch out in any direction as you shore up your verse. Write the sights, sounds, smells of the shore. A sunset appeals, as does a sunrise, sea gulls and swarms of swimmers … take the plunge and write it!
High School Years, Snippets with Mom and Dad (Naples Beach, 1970s) I pick up sea glass, rub it between my fingers, this heart-shaped God gift. My dad finds twin shells, quietly pockets them, then makes earrings for me. Sunset walk with Mom. She tells me, “You’ll soon prefer a romantic walk.” Walking home from Pier, something stings me on my foot. Dad carries me home. The sun dips itself into the Gulf. We give a standing ovation. An early-sunrise- beach-all-to-myself morning. A short bike ride home. Just curious how many dads would carry their teenage daughter home. Turned out Mom was right. And part of me holds regret for lost walks with her. Wonder if the next to find the heart-shaped sea glass saw it as God’s gift. © Marie Elena Good, 2022
AS PURE AS AZURE SKIES AT MIDDAY The tender shore breeze frees my words from the prison of my mind, I find my head clears here where the skies are the purest blue, azure, for sure. It seems the cure for this muddled muse which at times uses rhymes like nickels and dimes to buy a clue. But then a stray cloud plays through and rouses me to choose the azure blue in lieu of something ominous. Midday promises to inspire, the higher into the sky you view. It offers the truest blue to you. Purely azure, for sure. (C) Walter J Wojtanik - 2022