At the Beach

[Johntee]

At the Beach


Bucket and spade

The beach transformed

by tiny hands

going tired home

the tide has turned.


And in the wash

tall ramparts fall

as diamond bright

the Evening Star

watches over all.


Bucket and spade

The sand terraformed

by tiny hands

and in the violet sky

the Earth hangs low.

[Tony Grannell]

Hello Johntee, The beloved evening star as the earth hangs low. This is a lovely poem, truly - a joy to read. Well done indeed. Fond regards, Tony.

[Johntee]

Thanks Tony, the final verse was intended
to invoke the Martian sky as seen by Mr. Musk's colonisers.
Taking your observation on To a Poet Be
I wondered how Bipolarity might be expressed.

[Sister Greed]

Gorgeous.

[Johntee]

Thanks SG. I had started a run of these 5 line stanzas after MHenry's
appeal for Ryuku (I haven't fared very well (insufficient boundaries))

[lunar glide]

This poem hangs like a jewel as well, and each reader adds their light. Excellent!

[Johntee]

Thanks LG The Diamond Light Source at Culham turned up in the news this week
finding an enzyme to eat plastic