sea glass

[vagabond]

I rather think that all my discarded bottles are remembering raucous, happy barbecues with family, psychedelic rock karaoke, birthday cakes and celebrations of love.  

There is always beauty in the stories of the broken.  In addition, a piece of glass may enter the human body and remain there without any fear of rejection -- we embrace fragments but do not assume them to be part of ourselves, merely passengers.

hi leanne, thanks for your comment.
i wonder where that foto was taken, how is there so much glass shards but no other waste washed up on the beach?
as for those interior shards: you´re right ignoring sometimes is better than digging, depends on where they´re situated.

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sea glass

this shore is supposed to be clean
but waste cuts the landscape
broken bottles are crying
for all the failed motives

the shards glint in the sun
trying to sell some innocent value
a second-hand use made of cracks
nevermind the loud edges

some are swallowed by waves
and i wonder if there is  a time
when sea glass appears on the beach
serene in its beauty
all muted and smooth

Hi Vagabond
You have keeper here, without any doubt, I have read this several times thinking of ways it could be changed but I don't really have anything that will improve it, you have some excellent lines, the self resale made me think of childhood taking pop bottles to the shops for sweet money, the last stanza made me think of Cornish beaches and my wife stooping to pick up a piece of pink sea glass she later used in a collage. Thank you for a delightful read. Keith

hi keith, thank you, but maybe you saw the picture in leanne´s comment first and that biased your impression positively?
the poem is wrapped around nibbed´s muted sea glass. i am not really happy with several of my lines.. tried a few other versions but none just what i wanted.

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you´re right, shem. it isn´t, that much.