Ebbing
and Flowing |
Dorothy
Crowther |
Ebbing
and flowing of the tide
Reflecting
life and light
Everything
coming and going
Twisting
and turning
Nothing
ever stays the same.
Old
bones and driftwood
On
the shore.
Scrap
metal swept in by the sea.
Sea
creatures, weed and shells
All
decaying and
Moving
into elemental form.
But
here lie pieces of plastic,
Old
bottles, toys, tin cans.
Man
made and lasting for ever.
Littering
and destroying the beauty.
Man
has made so many things.
He
is clever beyond belief.
But
his ingenuity will be gone for ever
If
he does not remember
The
ebbing and flowing of the tide.
Iona
2005 |
The
Fine Art of Skimming Stones |
Geoffrey
Smith |
My
best was
A twelver, twelve
Flat leaps of stones, skimming
Across mill pond water
Like twelve mill stones
Spinning on hot afternoons
Spent, searching for the
Ideal, flat, smooth, rounded
Pebbly stone, comfortable
Between thumb and forefinger
To throw, pulling back with five
Deft fingers, to fly, and spin
Across the water, fascinating children
With my childish skill
From:
The Church of The Sunday Jazz
see
News page for more details
May
2008
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