Saturday, June 10, 2006

A Palette of Blues

If I timed my throws just right
I would hear the shush and gurgle of the sea as it lapped over my feet
followed by the ploop, doomp and putush of my pebbles.

And then I looked at the palette of blues before me
and I tried to name them all.
The sea laughed at my folly and splashed at my page
creating a water colour of its own.


Shameless said...

Really lovely, and nice to see poems with photos.

Minx said...

I have never lived more than two miles away from the sea, and never had a house where I can't see it.
Every day I say thank you.
I love Dorset, we stayed near Lyme Regis a couple of years ago and went hunting for fossils at Charmouth. Oh The Downs, The Downs!

skint writer said...

lovely words and pictures, shush, gurgle, ploop, doomp, putush - gorgeous :)

Minx said...

Pissed again Skint?

skint writer said...

you gotta larf

Verilion said...

Unfortunately I didn't get to see much more of Dorset than this. Still it was great to pull back the curtains in the morning and see the sea and a hill full of rabbits. The ravens were a bit scary though, I felt like I had walked into the middle of a scene from The Birds (the scariest film EVER). I would love to live by the sea.

Marie said...

Beautiful photos, I wish I lived near the sea.


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