BURIED TREASURE
Nestled among stones
beach glass sparkles,
telling a tale of sand, waves,
sand, waves,
sand, waves,
until it settled here
waiting for eager fingers
and a pocket-ride home.
© 2016 Buffy Silverman. All rights reserved.
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This is just lovely, Buffy! Reading it was like a mini-vacation. It makes me smile to think of all the different kinds of treasure–frosted glass, shells, pebbles, driftwood– holding out for the right "eager fingers and a pocket-ride home."
ReplyDeleteTruly, lovely....sparkly and shiny and something to take home.
ReplyDeleteI love pocket-ride! So many treasures get pocket-rides.
ReplyDeleteHow lovely. Its history captured so well in the simple repetition.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful, and makes me remember a piece I found on the Chesapeake Bay last year, and it took a "pocket-ride" home too.
ReplyDeleteOh, this is lovely, Buffy! I can remember so many trips to the beach which ended up with a pocketful of treasures. ;)
ReplyDeleteOh, my. That is just so lovely. Thanks, Buffy. You really brightened my day.
ReplyDeleteThanks for all the kind comments--they make me feel smooth and warm (like beach glass!)
ReplyDeleteLove "pocket ride"! Great turn of phrase. The repetition works as the waves smoothing the glass. Thanks for such a well-crafted poem.
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