I got my contributor copies of Volume 6, Issue 23 of OCEAN Magazine in the mail yesterday. It is a beautiful publication produced by Diane Buccheri. The magazine's mission is "to celebrate and protect" ocean creatures and environs, and all prose, poetry and photography reflect this purpose.
Check out OCEANS when you get a chance and/or consider a subscription. You'll be transported.
I rarely post my own work here, but thought I'd share this poem with you. As always, commentary and opinions are welcome. And I'd love to hear if you're working on poetry, WIPs or other writing projects this summer.
Beach Glass and Other Things
"...maybe life washes itself here, cools off." ~ Thorpe Moecke
i.
Sea hands wash gently
then roughly, turning trash
to treasures of sea glass
water and sand swish,
smooth castaway containers
into vintage mermaid tears
spilt for beachcombers' baskets,
perigean spring tide prizes
preserved on wooden mantles
ii.
A sign says do not pick
the sea oats, resist the urge
to pluck nature's gifts
holding back time's tidal surge;
these pristine beachscapes
need preserving to persevere
against coastal encroachment
iii.
Whitewashed sand dollar, virgin
bride with bright desires, untouched
yet by man's hand, waiting
there on sun-warmed vistas, thin
bloodless communion wafers
to be taken, broken, consumed
the husks cast back to sea
bleaching out completely
leached of life, but for a few
fragile ghost doves { space } witnesses
(c) 2009 Angie Ledbetter
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