Tuesday, April 16, 2019

Catharsis


Catharsis

Seaside's tide nibbles my toes,
laughingly splashes,
at times crashes ferocious
seemingly battling destiny:
pulling, shifting, forever reaching,
eventually settling, violently or peacefully
as today melts into tomorrow -

and as I brush sand off my hands,
I toss yesterday towards the horizon
and welcome eve's refreshing breeze.

by Margaret Bednar, April 16, 2019


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7 comments:

  1. Sherry Blue SkyApril 16, 2019 at 8:39 PM

    That is what the ocean does for us - lifts away our cares, and we start again, fresh and restored, tomorrow.

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  2. Kim M. RussellApril 17, 2019 at 3:39 AM

    I imagined the tide nibbling my toes, Margaret, and I love the refreshing breeze.

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  3. Rosemary Nissen-WadeApril 17, 2019 at 4:46 AM

    Vivid and satisfying.

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  4. Sanaa RizviApril 17, 2019 at 5:18 AM

    Such a captivating opening image to this one, Margaret!!❤️

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  5. Anmol (HA)April 17, 2019 at 5:20 AM

    I really like how you define this sequence/action with some wonderful verb forms — the ensuing image is so satisfying. It is cathartic indeed.

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  6. Yvonne OsborneApril 17, 2019 at 8:08 AM

    Hi Margaret,
    This poem makes me think of the rush of a retreating wave as it pulls the sand out from under my feet. Perfect imagery.

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  7. brudbergApril 17, 2019 at 3:56 PM

    The thought of the beach made me think of how it always keep changing but still stays the same... there is an element of cycles you describe so well with the shifting of sand.

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