I come to this empty beach
to collect rocks
worn smooth from tumbling against
each other and rolling
in and out with the tide for eons.
Today, I search for pure white marbles.
Another day, it will be heart stones
or large, flat pancakes
with flecks and sparkles.
As I wander down the beach,
my breath matches the waves
that break against the shore.
I wish to be nowhere else but here.
I know something more about rocks
polished by the sea.
For I , too, have been tumbled smooth and hard.
Breathe in. Breathe out.
I carry my rocks with me.
April is National Poetry Month and I set the goal to write a poem a day. I have six more days to go — and it’s been a great joy to be playing with words again. You can find my month of poems here: http://tiferetjournal.com/april-2018-poem-thon/
Thank you for reading!
Smash a thousand ruby hearts
just picked on a Sunday morning in June.
Add sugar and pectin and a drop of vanilla.
Boil violently. Yes, violently.
Pour into crystal clear jars.
Screw on lids. Not too tightly.
If you followed all the rules,
you’ll hear the jars seal shut.
A little sucking in.
A sharp inhale.
Then stack the dead hearts
on a dark pantry shelf.
Or, give them all away.
Yes, it’s better to get rid of them.
Before you can’t
stand to part with them.
Yesterday was a beautiful day for a walk on the beach. I took a bag with me and went in search of white stones tumbled by the Atlantic. The stones on this beach are especially smooth and large. Each time I bent over to pick up a rock, I thought that this one was the whitest I had found. These are just some of my collection.
I went for a walk in the neighborhood on Saturday to capture photos of the flowers that were finally blooming. It was warm and wonderful. It’s good I did because today is chilly and cloudy.
We had such a beautiful fall this year — it’s so hard to watch it drift away. I guess I should simply be happy that it lasted so long.
Vacation of a lifetime in Ireland with my sisters, niece and cousin. Six women. Two rental cars. It was breath-taking and heart-stopping, magical and amazing!
I was in Wickford the other night, so I visited the giant lotus pond on Rte. 1 again. We found the lotus three years ago after Mallory and Seth’s wedding, and I’ve visited the past three summers. It seems other-worldly to me every time I go, and it’s something I love to do. The leaves are large platters and the lotus are like porcelain.