Friday, February 8, 2019

In This One Moment

At the shore,
sandpipers picky-toe
along the sand,
then rise as a group,
flying off
when a loose dog
gets too near.
The song of the sea
swirls through my being,
like a lullaby,
a hymn,
a cry of freedom.
The waves roll out;
they roll in.
is happening
in this one moment.

for Karin's prompt at Real Toads: Finding a Moment


  1. ohhh .... wow, you've totally brought me to the shore ... with "picky-toe' .... and the small details here, in this poem, literally rock me to the natural song ....
    gorgeous poem Sherry!

  2. I know their feet, Sherry. But I had missed knowing a name for them. Picky-toe is to me very descriptive of those feet. Nice writing, fun reading. I'm glad you included the dog.

  3. My wife and I were avid birdwatchers years ago. Deserted beaches were good as were refuse tips and sewage ponds. I did say avid didn't I? Lovely poem Sherry.

  4. A perfect single sweeping wave here, like a drop of gold from eternity. What else do we need?

  5. "Forever
    is happening
    in this one moment"

    Gorgeous write, Sherry!


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