Wednesday, June 15, 2011

Patterns of Sand



Elaborate granular legends



Continuously reshaped




By elemental sculptors
Of dead fish





Bone and scale epitaph



That one day rolls back
To the sea from which it came


For my sweetie, who teasingly said I would write poetry about dead fish.

6 comments:

sue said...

sweetie eh? you are a cleaver girl - saw some fab sculpture on hol - not dead fish - though good idea

bluerose said...

ooo... did ya get any pics? hope you post them :D

sue said...

pics not great. But told someone about this poem today :D

bluerose said...

we're our own worst critics ;]

Mary Stebbins Taitt said...

I see I've missed a ton and a half of striking images and poems. I didn't realize you were blogging again.

bluerose said...

Thanks! I've not been very consistant with my blogging lately, so it's not surprising.