WASHED UP ON THE SHORE

WASHED UP ON THE SHORE
By: Patricia Salamone

Washed upon the shore from far away,
or have you been resting here for many a day.
No matter where you come from you bring a story with you.

Did you come from deep below the sea,
or did you travel here from where I would like to be.
No matter where you come from you bring a story with you.

Did a small child pick you up and plop you here one day,
so another child can pick you up and take you off to play.
No matter where you come from you bring a story with you.

You feel so warm beneath my feet and smooth in my palm,
when I come here again you will probably be gone.
No matter where you come from you bring a story with you.

If I pick you up and take you home with me,
will you tell me your story or will your story be me.
No matter where you come from you bring a story with you

20 thoughts on “WASHED UP ON THE SHORE

    • After reading your blog, I am honored that you enjoyed my post.
      I did visit and read your blog about rocks. It was very interesting because I felt you had the same curiosity that dwells inside of me, but, your scientific researcher side would like to analyze it as well. I did enjoy reading your offerings and would like to visit your blog again. You are also welcome to come visit my blog and feel free to leave comments. I welcome opinions good or not, because we are never too old to learn.
      I am glad that you read my poem, and humbled that you liked it. :o)

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  1. Beautiful. I love pebbles too, I have a dish and a glass vase of them, plus two painted my my daughter when she was young and my grand-daughter. When I was very ill, my son recorded the sea for me and filled the vase full of pebbles to go with the tape. He also brought me some back when he was on a business trip to the place my dad spent time at the end of WWII. When I was researching my family tree, I would bring back a pebble from a churchyard where an ancestor is buried. You’re right, they all hold fascinang stories.

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  2. Emotions, yearnings of time that has past and a continual rhythm to let us all know that memories are the culmination of events that happen to us. We look back and we think.
    Excellent poem, Patricia.
    Shalom aleichem,
    Pat Garcia

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