On a Pebbly Beach by John Birtwhistle
A day of ordeal and joy by the beach:
We as a family packed for beach
both young as freshers and new,
experienced old to the shore, shingles
and boats ,insearch of a day away
from routines and heavy domestic chores.
A day off is a day gained for good.
pebbles colored, white, small and big
rolling in elders' hands - for looks
and research and curiosity, journey
into smooth and selective mode;
feeling nurtured perhaps, why run after
tough and rough after all battles
and hard struggles in miles unmitigated.
Always boisterous youth running
after risk and remote, game of delve
and dig into rough and unknown
in the process of knowing and unknotting;
prefer stones roughed by splashes of water
age and ruin undoing their shape and size;
Choice speaks of your taste and mind,
I wonder why this contrast and drift
i am still in search of something
different and strange, waiting
for a call from heaven,Time and measure.
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