The shore waves crash and splish
left to right left to right and right
then right in center
on a loop
The breeze is seaweed full
from the North
hinting Fall
but the sun still streams down
from mid afternoon
over-heating my whole right side
I rotisserie half-way
and then again
A best-day-ever dog ambles by
straining at its leash
We all, captured by it, share our smiles
our hearts a happy size bigger
The tide is inching its flotsam greensweed ever closer
A rogue threatens - a narrow miss
I look beside me left and right
We are betwixt two strewn lines
an inevitably shrinking no man’s land
We retreat hasty for higher ground
I plop a small stone into the sea
calmer now
Its joyful splash is a celebration
and the applause ripples cascade away into infinity
My son, home for a visit, leaves us to bask
My son, safe
and sound.
Mel has settled into a beach nap
a talent of hers
The sand pocked and pebbled
nestles against her wet skin.
A harbor seal bobs its head up
shiny and black and disappears forever.
I look down at the once behind me log
It seems a snake petrified and sunweathered
It’s the knotty eye, just there
and the gaping, misshapen jaw
My eyes well at the perfect beauty of it all.
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Ward Norcutt
Playwright and poet.
My goal as a writer is to write thoughtful pieces of prose, poetry and stage plays. Hopefully, the end results are entertaining and engaging, with layers of meaning that make sense to the whole or a theme therein.
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Dog Number 13
May 15, 2023 Strange things are happening. Good-strange, bad-strange, and strange-strange. For starters, me and all my litter mates are able to stand. Some of us can even wiggle around in a clumsy manner. I say wiggle because it isn’t quite walking but it isn’t quite crawling. We just sort of stand and wiggle and fall and take a few steps and then crawl and then get up again. It is in this manner we are able to move around to some degree and explore our surroundings. Naturally we cannot go far. Which is ok, I suppose, because I am very small and I need my mother for food and my siblings to keep me warm and I feel very loved and comforted by them in some way, so I don’t know why I would need to go very far. Having four legs, I must admit, is very strange. It is not a surprise to me that it is challenging to coordinate them to move in the order they need to move. But I can get around a little bit, my eyes can stay open for much longer periods of time now, and it is easier to understand what is happening. So this is new.
By Morgan Longforda day ago in Chapters
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Gorgeous imagery and flow. Well done.
Magnificent!!!👏💖😊💕
Beautiful, calming words and imagery that pulled me in and made me feel like I was right there experiencing it too. Great work!
You achieve great depth with your economy of words, the phrasings are full of life.
You write beautifully.