I’m walking on life’s beach
finding my way,
threading through shingle, pain underfoot;
sharp stones and crushed cuttle-fish bones.
Treading on sand now, grains between toes
washed by the surf warmed in the shallows.
I’m walking on life’s beach where bane and balm mingle;
happiness and sorrow, the sand and the shingle
brought to its shores on high tides and low;
random as rough seas today or tomorrow …
I’m treading that fine line between hope and despair;
I think it’s called living: I’m breathing sea air… .
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I’ve just washed up on the beach, Marya; have been dipping in and out … trying to wave and not drown.
What a beautiful place you have here; it suits you and your lovely poems. 🙂 xxx
Hello Bilby! …. How lovely to see you … a very warm welcome x
I was beachcombing this morning and fortunately found you on the tide-line 🙂 Thank you so much for your kind opinion about this new venture … I’m delighted that you enjoyed dipping into its waters …
Hope you and Ara are both well and coping alright and able to enjoy these fine summery days xx
Thank you, Marya, for your welcome and kindness to marsupials. 🙂 We are coping, adjusting and, yes, enjoying the beautiful weather. I hope your and yours are well and happy. xxx
I’m more than delighted to see you here, Bilby … the pleasure’s mine:-)
I’m pleased to know that you are all well and able to enjoy this unaccustomed spell of prolonged good weather .. my best love to Ara x
Yes, thank you .. my family are all well but my niece is on her second tour of duty in Afghanistan so until her return there is that shadow over us …
Hope you have a happy day x
God speed her home, safe and well, Marya. x
Thank you so much, Bilby x
Sorry, “you and yours”.
No worries, Bilby 🙂