I have been fortunate enough to be able to spend time at the beach recently. In Torquay you are spoilt for choice when it comes to beaches.
This is poem was written while I watched the world go by on Meadfoot beach.
gulls ride the thermals over the bay
spiralling dots in a blue and white sky
ever higher lost to my eye
It doesn't quite work, the metre is uneven but it captures the moment. I have often said that writing what you see is a good exercise for the poetic chops.
my feet took my head to the beach
when I saw
from the top of the hill
the low tide laid out before me
I could have cried
for the beauty of the moment
and walked that much faster
to stand on the tide line
be amazed by each successive wave
savoured each stolen second
gave thanks, gave thanks, gave thanks
The beach in this case was Goodrington. I think it captures the right mood, one of thankfulness. I believe that we are here to give thanks for the beauty of existence.
Here's a dream-like song about the sea side, Anne Briggs, off her second album The Time Has Come. Until next time.