Tidal Reach

Rumblings of falling waves, ever tumbling
Into sound. Perpetual shaping makes
Ocean's mission, which grindingly crumbles
Granite into sand, astounding. Creates
Milled gems, smooths rocks to shiny pebbles round
Which sea-moss clings. The labour of the thing
Brings brightness to whitest shells, which abound
By the score at tidal edge, like jewelled wings
They shimmer in the light, each side with pearly
Sheen, all cleanly washed by wet, and hiding
Now in weed, provide, if gathered early,
A salted fishy meal. Generous nature's
Bounty lies waiting as waters recede.
Seabirds busy pecking as high tide abates
Show no fear as we walk near them, their needs
Are met, flows will not wait, so our time gone
We leave next tide to do what needs be done.

Simply Bono Razek
these words hold such beauty...I've always loved to watch the tides ..& this so picturesque write sat me right by the seashore..wonderful Fay !

Elsie
Hi Fay you described this beautifully. Thank you for your comments on my poem TheBall; I am really jealous that you live by Gwithian; I have been going to Cornwall for my summer holidays since I can remember when. We now have a touring caravan that we leave down there on the Lizard just by Goonhilly Downs. You have all the inspiration you need living there, lucky thing, this poem proves my point. Take care. Else :-)

Ken e Hall
Classic write of the mighty sea and a very enjoyable read, living minutes away from the sea shore is being told by your words...lucky lucky...regards

ShyWolf
I live at the coast and you have captured it's very essence - an enjoyable read with it's lovely imagery.

robertchoward
I love the language and the deft balance of content and structure. The line enjambment keeps the rhythm moving forward. Beauriful read.

jinjahman
love the casual but at same time fairly precise rhyming structure nestled in there.

Louis Rams
makes me want to go back to the beach ! well penned