We have our highs;
we have our lows
that vary daily
as water flows
pulled by both
sun and moon
nature’s rhythm
calls the tune.
Storms can make
low tides seem high
when storm-surge splashes
to kiss the sky
leaving brine drops
hanging in the air
where seabirds soar
with acrobatic flair.
Well-wrought and apt!
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Thanks, Audrey. Appreciate it.
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Oo, that’s a good one. I see the waters churning. I hear the waves attacking the beach.
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Thanks, Priscilla. Glad you liked it.
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Very well thought upon. Certainly relevant and equally beautiful words.
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Shanyu, thanks for you kind words. Glad you liked it.
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It’s a sincere pleasure. Take care
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I like this, Pat, and the photo certainly is fitting!
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Thanks, Becky. So happy you liked it and the photo.
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🥰 I love this… Well done!!
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Thanks, Beck. I was thinking about the tidepools but the poem wanted to go in another direction.
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I love the sense of the sea and the inevitability of the tides in this Pat.
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Thanks, Andrea. I was wondering what you would think.
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