sea glass

[nibbed]

sea glass

this shore is supposed to be clean
but waste cuts the landscape
broken bottles are crying                                                       
for all the failed motives                                                          this made me think of those messages in bottles that never made it

the shards glint in the sun
trying to sell some innocent value                                     
a second-hand use made of cracks                                         this L seems harsh in comparison to the rest of the poem                        
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. What a blessing it was to read your beautiful poem. It's hard for me to find anything wrong with it, especially since now I am quite biased.
Perhaps it is the lack of any reference to tints, shades, or hues that makes you feel it's not all the way there yet? Thank you for using a phrase from my poem. That was very nice of you.

-nibbed